Lynn's Comments: This never happened to my brother and myself, nor to my own kids. I just thought it was a plausible outcome. I was following in the footsteps of Farley Mowat. When I asked him (referring to his book "Never Cry Wolf") if he actually ate mice, he said, "If it didn’t happen, it SHOULD have." Truth and artistic license blur sometimes when it comes to a good story.
Lynn's Comments: This series posed a bit of a conundrum when we started animation. We see a window in the basement of the house here, but other illustrations of the downstairs showed no window at all. A complete layout of the house had to be made, and this meant some "creative architectural drawings!"
Lynn's Comments: A week ago, some dear friends from North Bay came to town and we had a chance for a good long visit. In reminiscing about how long we'd known each other, they reminded me that they had hired my son to mow their lawn one summer. That was his first job! He will be 46 soon. How time flies.
Lynn's Comments: My summer job was always in my parents' jewellery store. My main duty was to dust and wipe fingerprints off the glass counters. I was quite envious of a friend of mine who got a job serving ice cream at one of the malls. She had a cute uniform and was always talking to kids our age. It was a very busy, social place. Later, when I told her how much I wished I'd had her job, she said that after standing all day digging hard ice cream out of the freezer, her back ached, her feet hurt and her arms had never ached so badly in her life! …The grass is always greener on the other side!
Lynn's Comments: Here, Michael is served the one thing he really doesn’t want to eat.
My Aunt Margaret worked at Moir’s Chocolates during the 1950s. Every year, she’d send us a box of chocolates for Christmas. I thought she had the best job in the world. One year, when I was about 10, she came with her family from Ontario to Vancouver to visit us and I told her I would love to work in a chocolate factory. She laughed! She told me she was sick of chocolate! Apparently, the day she was sent to the packaging floor of the factory, she was told that all the employees were invited to eat as much chocolate as they wanted. She dug in! After two days, she had no desire to eat, touch or smell chocolate, and that everyone else felt the same. The Moir’s Company policy paid off. Sadly, Margie’s dislike of chocolate lasted the rest of her life!