Kamp Kawkawa: Browse The Strips
Friday, July 29, 1988
Monday, August 1, 1988
Tuesday, August 2, 1988
Wednesday, August 3, 1988
Thursday, August 4, 1988
Friday, August 5, 1988
Saturday, August 6, 1988
Thursday, August 11, 1988
Friday, August 12, 1988
Saturday, August 13, 1988
Monday, August 15, 1988
Tuesday, August 16, 1988
Wednesday, August 17, 1988
Thursday, August 18, 1988
Friday, August 19, 1988
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Monday, August 22, 1988
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Wednesday, August 24, 1988
Thursday, August 25, 1988
Friday, August 26, 1988
Saturday, August 27, 1988
Friday July 28, 2017
Lynn's Comments: Luccia Messina is the name of a good friend and neighbour who lived across the street from me in North Vancouver. She moved to Canada from Sicily with her mother and dad and older brother, Pedro, and we have been friends since grade one. This was my way of saying "Hi" to her when she read the strip. Cartoonists do this all the time. It’s great to know we can send out a "hug" that might appear in 1000 papers!
Saturday July 29, 2017
Lynn's Comments: When I went to Brownie Camp in the 50s, the beds were old and the springs were sagging. The bigger kids always seemed to get the top bunks, and I remember being terrified as I lay on my lower bunk looking up at the perilously sagging shape in the bunk above mine.
Tuesday August 1, 2017
Wednesday August 2, 2017
Lynn's Comments: During our offsprings’ retreat to Camp Tillicum, parents were invited to a family day so we could see what was going on. The dining hall was of great interest to me. I remember thinking how much fun it would be to sit with 50 other kids and eat wieners and beans.
Thursday August 3, 2017
Lynn's Comments: I had a chance to meet the two cooks who provided the meals, and it didn't take long to figure out why, at the end of the day, they were more exhausted than the kids were.
Friday August 4, 2017
Lynn's Comments: Another true story.
Saturday August 5, 2017
Lynn's Comments: My son, Aaron, told me that porcupines had made a hole in the girls’ shower hut. The rest of this story is all "What if?"
Monday August 7, 2017
Lynn's Comments: This didn't happen, of course, but as Farley Mowat liked to say, "If it didn't happen, it should have." The buildings at Camp Tillicum were old and in need of repairs, but nothing like this! Kids scoured the walls for knotholes hoping to see into the showers, and when none existed, stories were told anyway. I couldn't help being a bit jealous of my kids’ camping days at Tillicum. This was a place where great memories–true and false, could be made.
