Lynn's Comments: My son never did go alone to work on the family farm...we all went!
Lynn's Comments: This is true. Most of the kids on the Manitoba farms could drive the farm machinery just as well as any adult by the time they were 15.
Lynn's Comments: My brother-in-law (the farmer) said, "Never name anything you’re gonna eat." His pigs and miniature horses were safe, but the cow…well, she was never named.
Lynn's Comments: In Manitoba, you stop looking for hills and other landmarks and start looking at the sky. At night, the stars go on forever, and during the day, you can see a storm coming from far in the distance—for miles and miles!
Lynn's Comments: From time to time, our whole family would go to the family farm in Manitoba to work and to visit...but mostly to work! One summer, I was asked to paint the wooden grain bins that were on the edge of the property. I was handed a paint sprayer, some red paint and a few rags.
Lynn's Comments: I hadn't used a sprayer before. With a strong wind whipping across the fields, the paint landed on me covering my face, my clothes and my hands with red paint. To get the paint off I used gasoline. One of my worst moments in time was sitting in the bathtub covered in gasoline, which burned like crazy, and hollering because there was no hot water. In fact, there was no water at all. Stories about the farm could fill a whole series of graphic novels!
Lynn's Comments: I got the idea to have the pig wear nylons from a movie in which Gene Wilder is flirting with a sheep that is provocatively wearing fish nets.
Lynn's Comments: All the people in this story really exist. It was fun to put their names in the paper!
Lynn's Comments: It was really fun coming up with the different names for these pigs.
Lynn's Comments: After working on the farm, I came to realize how knowledgeable farmers have to be. Not only do they have to know about planting and harvesting and markets, but they have to be able to look after sick animals, fix all kinds of machinery and all on a few hours of sleep.
Lynn's Comments: This is from a summer I spent in Quebec. I was 16 and had gone to Montreal to learn French and to help my Aunt with my young cousins. I wrote letters to the "boy I left behind," and he never wrote back to me. I was heartbroken. Just one letter would have been nice. He didn't have to say anything personal...just "Hi" and I would have been thrilled.
Lynn's Comments: Not being good at writing would have been a fair excuse for most kids, but the boy I liked could write like a pro!
Lynn's Comments: I allowed my letter problem to ruin some otherwise great days. Looking back, I wish I’d enjoyed the wonderful time I was having—or should have been having!