Simple Traditions that mean the most…..

I love watching the Walton’s on TV and I now own the entire set of each season. This TV show was during a time that many know as, “The Great Depression”… here is the USA, back in history, in the late 1920’s and into the early 1930’s. cameron-family

Do you ever feel like “life” has taken a life of its own and …..just taken overyour life and tcopy-of-file_000-2here is no time for anything anymore.  The more I try to tweak things and slow things down …the busier I seem to get.  I laugh at times…we love to “check-in” and document what we do on Facebook.  I will show up to work or meet someone at an event and the first thing they will say to me is …..”How do you do all that you do?”

Now, if you know my life or have followed my blog….you know that I am a working full-time mom, homeschool my youngest, I am a mom of an Autistic son, a wife of an epileptic husband, and involved in many, many homeschool, support groups, church events and activities.  Yes, we stay extremely busy!!! We have friends that work and go home and call it a day.  The thought of going out and doing anything after work is way too much for them to handle.  I would ask them….how do you not go out after work?  There is so much in life to experience and enjoy ….how do you not what to try to enjoy something new and different or have some fun with the small old thing that you like so much.

Now….getting back to simple traditions… grandpa-cameronthat mean the most, what does this mean to you?  Even though we are very busy doing things, we are learning more and more that being busy with people and making memories is where it is at for us!!!  We love things like home decor, we love to collect things and so on……not to say that there is anything wrong with that, but we have found for us and at this stage of life that “those things” have just taken on a whole new meaning.  We have begun to change our way of life and not collect and accumulate so many things but to make choices of what we do like and really want to keep etc…  I have also begun to take pictures of some of my treasures and journal the story behind them in a scrapbook.  My kids don’t want my “things” ….this seems to be the new trend of the “Millennials” and the “Gen Y”.  So then the question is ….what do we do with all this stuff?  Well, I decided to get rid of a lot and make room not only in my house but in my life for new memoires that are not made of things, but events, people, and trips etc…..

When I watch the Walton’s….I watch a family who enjoyed the simple things in life.  They didn’t need much!!! They didn’t need things……as a matter of fact anyone that I talked to from this generation refer to this time (that is during the depression); a time when things were simple and sometimes they even say “the good old days”.

What is the secret to this special time in their life…..well let me share a few stories that have inspired me to make a change in my own life!

  • Popcorn Sunday – you ask what is this…..well, how about popcornfile_000-2 for dinner.  I met a family that said they would make a big deal on Sunday night and call it “Popcorn Sunday”. They had very little money and food during the depression…so popcorn was cheap and available to them so this is what they would eat.  But yet the memories of this night still exists to this day and guess what they enjoy eating on a Sunday night still…you guessed it…”Popcorn”.
  • Scrumple– now what is this?  My dad grew up in the depression time too…..they had next to nothing…they would make toys from boxes, sticks and a bit of string would they might find lying around.  My Dad’s memories of this time are referred to over and over file_000-3again and he smiles and is uplifted every time he talks about it.  On Saturday night….with a family of 7 and no money, my grandfathercopy-of-file_000-1 would create “Scrumple”for dinner (a name they made up for this dish).  This would consist of every little bit of any type of leftovers from that week.  They would get out the big black cast iron skillet and dump in all the little leftover bits and then cover it with oatmeal.  They would they fry it up and a gourmet meal, or at least that is how my dad remembers it, was created.
  • Crackers – how can this be a memory?  I have a friend who grew up in a very poor country where there was not only a lack of money but of food too.  No milk, no flour….not much of anything while she grew up.  She was sharing with me the other night that there where nights when they would each get 2 cracfile_000-1kers for dinner and they were grateful for just that little bit.  There was not an option to ask for more….there was no more in the cabinet.  As a matter of fact there was not a refrigerator or even a stove in the home.  Any yet, the memories of these crackers kept her humble and thankful for every little thing she has to this day.

I know that some people would think I am crazy for thinking this but… I think that the time during the depression is something that we all should have lived through.  It seems to have taught that generation of people for the most part….not to worry about the little things, be grateful for the little things, enjoy what you have, don’t wastes things, be creative, be resourceful and so much more.

Where are we today with things and stuff…..we have more than we would ever use!  We are not a grateful people; we want more and more and yet need nothing.  We complain about things we have no right to complain about.

Well, I will, as they say get off my soap box now… I am speaking to myself too on this matter.  I am now trying to enjoy the little things and create traditions that will have a life time of memoires for my family to share.  So much so that for dinner sometimes we have had a bowl of popcorn, I have learned to use all my little bits of leftovers to make a big pot copy-of-file_000-2of homemade “kitchen soup”… and we have even had crackers and jelly for a meal on occasion.  Trying something new is good and by doing these things….it has reminded me of the friends and family that have taught me life lessons through their stories.

Simple Traditions ….can defiantly mean the most and create some of the best times of our lives and give us the best memoires to share with our families.

Did you live through times like these?  Do you have some great memories to share with us?  I would love to hear from you in the comments below.  Tell us about your favorite simple traditions, tell us about your story during the depression….tell us something that you do to keep great memoires in a simple way for your family.

Thanks for reading my Blog today!!!

Lynn A. C. Wilson – Resume of a Mother

Epilepsy Awareness and the Do’s and Don’ts…

November is “Epilepsy Awareness” month….but I often wonder is anyone really aware or how much do people really know?  We are a family who has been affected by Epilepsy.  We know what it is like to live with this daily; we know what it is like to live a different life copy-of-file_0005than most.  We know what it is like to consistently tweak our schedule, routine, meds, family events and almost everything else.  We know what it is like to just think that “we got it”, to find out we don’t…and what we thought caused the seizures changed again.

I wanted to write something about some of our challenges when trying to live a “normal” life and also in spite of this thing called Epilepsy.

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How has Epilepsy affected our family….let me list a few things that either you will relate to or hopefully will give you some insight to what “normal” is for us…

  1. Seizures daily
  2. Mood swings daily
  3. Anger issues
  4. Depression
  5. Loss of full time work
  6. Loss of friends
  7. Way to much advice from everyone as to what we are doing wrong
  8. Loss of a drivers license
  9. Large medical bills
  10. Health insurance issues
  11. Always trying new meds
  12. Trying to balance being a parent with your kids when Epilepsy gets in the way
  13. Trying to balance being a spouse with your wife when Epilepsy gets in the way

copy-of-file_00071 in 26 Americans will develop epilepsy in their lifetime. An estimated 3 million Americans and 65 million people worldwide currently live with epilepsy. Each year at least 200,000 people are diagnosed with epilepsy. In two-thirds of patients diagnosed with epilepsy, the cause is unknown.

http://www.cureepilepsy.org/ or http://www.epilepsy.com/

Epilepsy is real and does affect many, many families.  Each story is different and each person is unique!

I write to you today not to complain but to explain.  We are a typical normal family with an added member call Epilepsy.  We believe that this is part of what has been ordained to becopy-of-file_0001 the package that makes up our family.  We call ourselves the #teamgwilson
….and we strive to live each day to the fullest, we try to beat the odds, aim for a
fun filled live, not hold onto what we do not have etc…

Our greatest strength comes from the Lord!  We also find strength in our church family, family and friends and some support systems that we have put in place.

With most disabilities we as humans are normally frightened by it.  It is different…we don’t know what to say, what to think, where to look etc… Just remember that these people are human, and have feelings.  DO NOT treat them different or like they have a rare disease.  DO NOT offer advice when you have no clue what is going on. DO NOT pamper them. DO NOT ignore them when they walk in a room, walk the other way and DO NOT feel sorry.

My husband is one of the strongest men if not the strongest man that I have ever met.  He is a true example of what a life with Epilepsy can be when someone purposes in their heart to live a filled and purposeful life.

We will be writing a 3 part articles this month to share and encourage you all on this subject.  To help paint a full picture the articles will include….what is like to be the wife of an epileptic, what is like to be the son and grow up with an epileptic dad and then what is like to be the EPILEPTIC person.

Feel free to let us know part of your story in the comment below.

Thanks for sharing our lives with us!

Lynn A. C. Wilson – Resume of a mother

….A person who touched a life!

Have you ever had a person who touched your life in such a way that it was life changing?  I have had several people in my life who have done this but there was one person in particular that left a huge impact for me.  Most of you would not even know who this person is or even have ever met her.  Let me tell you a little about her and what made her different.

img_0246She was born to the Wilson family over in the continent of Africa….while she was a very young girl, her parents, my in-laws became missionaries.  She grew up on the mission field learning how to serve others, love people who many might not love and in doing this she found her love of children.  Eventually she moved to New Jersey and her life continued in serving others and teaching children.  Annette loved crafts and enjoyed being with her family and helping her mom with setting the Sunday table for the guests, family and missionaries that would come to “The Sunday Meal”, as they said in the family.

I came on the picture when Annette was a grown woman and living in NJ.  She moved here with her parents and 3 brothers to set up home here.  I met Annette and her brother Graeme at a “College and Career” event at church and from there Annette and I became good friends and later her brother Graeme became my husband.

There is not a week that does not go by that I do not see a craft, a little something in a store, a bible verse or just a thought that brings me back to the Memory of this special lady.

Annette passed away at the age of 41 but left a legacy to many and I am one of the many!  Picture of sunset, Cotswolds, England March 2005Annette’s last days were spent at a children’s camp where she was a counselor to them, a friend, a mentor and someone they could feel safe with and share their hearts.  Annette was on top of a green grassy hill, sitting in the sunshine, and under a large tree.  I can just picture her sitting there with her beautiful full red hair blowing in the breeze that day as she taught 5 or 6 young girls how to do needle work.  All of a sudden she had a very painful headache and went to the infirmary for some meds and the rest is history.  In that short moment in time….Annette passed from the green img_0323grass to the streets of gold. Needless to say shock was the term we all used and these young girls were left wondering where Miss Annette went.

I share this with you because the last moment of time of what always stays with me.  Annette took the time from her schedule first of all to spend time at a camp to teach a counsel.  She took the time to sit with young girls and listen to their stories and hearts.  She took the time to teach a craft that is a lost art of many of us.  She took the time to invest in a life.

Annette will always remain my sister-in-law that passed away suddenly…..but she will always be the woman who left a lifelong memory of being there for others, being there to serve in places that I might not necessarily want to serve, being a woman who taught me to remember that children were a gift that the Lord sent us and that He said let the little children come unto me!

Thank you …Annette for this lifelong lesson that you taught me.  I am still here carrying on your work of teaching children in our kids program at church and carrying on your lesson of investing in others’ lives.

Take up the challenge and carry on the touch of a life lesson that someone taught you or showed you.  Don’t let their life and memories fade away.

Let me know what the torch is that you are carrying on….how are you investing in other lives?  I would so love to hear from you!

Lynn A.C. Wilson – Resume of a Mother