Monthly Archives: July 2013

Monday July 1, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My friends who were lucky enough to own a piano and get lessons often complained about the torture they suffered having to practice for recitals and such. Years later, with the stress of learning far behind them, they thanked their parents at long last for giving them the gift of music.

Friday July 5, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

After about the age of 7, Aaron never admitted to being attached to his teddy bear. At the age of 18, however, when he left home for Vancouver in search of work, he called from his small, sparse apartment and said in a small voice… “Uh, Mom? Could you, um send me my…teddy?” I didn’t say anything. I didn’t laugh. I sent him the teddy his grandmother had lovingly made, knowing it was something he loved and needed. It sits on his dresser to this day. Aaron turned 40 this year!

Saturday July 6, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Alan might kill me for this, but as a little kid, he DID carry around a blanket. Actually, it was my blue chenille bedspread, which he inherited when the corners became twisted and grey. When it started to rot, Mom cut it up into smaller pieces so he’d have even more corners to chew on. By the time these pieces deteriorated, he was old enough to go to Beaver camp (junior Scouts in Canada), and Dad suggested he have a ceremonial blankie burning in the fireplace. Alan stuffed his remaining blankies into a shoebox. Dad put lighter fluid over the contents, made a hole in the lid, pulled out a wick of blankie, and the solemn ceremony took place. Al, with sadness and stoicism, sat and watched the box burn to ashes as Dad sat beside him with his arm around his shoulder. It was a coming of age for my brother and a time when Dad proved, beyond a doubt, that he understood kids better than anybody we knew!

Sunday July 7, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

When this strip appeared, I had immediate responses from stargazers who told me that on that date in our time zone, the crescent would be going in the other direction. They were right. From this time on, I made sure I checked out the phases of the moon on our calendar before drawing a moon in the sky!

Saturday July 13, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

It was so hard to let Aaron get onto that plane alone. We worried about him all day. He had to change planes three times, and even though he was being monitored by friends and friendly airline staff, we couldn’t sit still until he had safely arrived.

Monday July 15, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Even now, I look at the exquisite patterns made by the clouds, and on days when the setting sun turns them to pink and purple and orange, I really do imagine that angels live within them.

Tuesday July 16, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My mom called from the airport as soon as Aaron arrived in Vancouver. She said he was very sick. As it turned out, he’d noticed that many passengers did not eat their chocolate desserts and asked the hostess if he could have them all. Thinking he’d never eat ALL the desserts, they happily gave them to him and neglected to check back until he was too full to do up his seatbelt. He arrived in Vancouver engorged and miserable. My folks were too thoughtful to laugh — but we sure did!

Friday July 19, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

I thought that Aaron would be too young to appreciate the attractiveness of the airline hostesses who saw him safely to Vancouver. Not so. One of the things he told me he liked most about the trip was all the attention he got from the beautiful girls on the plane…and the jealous looks he got from some of the older men!

Sunday July 21, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

My husband had all kinds of models. He loved to make them just for the fun of figuring them out. He even built a model aircraft when we were on our honeymoon, so modelling was definitely in his blood. He could focus for hours, shaving off an infinitesimal piece of plastic here, fitting an impossibly tiny piece there. He had endless patience when it came to building complicated model ships, vehicles, and aircraft. Interestingly, he had much less patience with kids!

Wednesday July 24, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

Aaron had a wonderful time in Vancouver. He was spoiled and pampered, and if he ever felt that he was getting less attention than his little sister, he was well compensated by the way my folks doted on him. Ahhh, this is what grandparents are for!

Friday July 26, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

When I saw this in the paper, I almost wept. I had done the strip as a “bit of truth,” but had no idea how serious the situation was and I berated myself for my poor mothering skills.

Tuesday July 30, 2013

Lynn’s Notes:

The fish Aaron caught with my dad were not great eating, and Aaron was very disappointed when Mom dug them into the garden. For the next fishing trip, Mom and Dad were prepared. When the men came home with fish for the table, Aaron believed he was chowing down on his catch. Sometimes a white lie comes in the form of frozen fillets.