


What records do you have to share with your children, grandchildren and extended family of your life? Any journals, albums or scrapbooks? I would imagine we all want to leave a legacy of what we have done with our life, or who we became during the journey. Without some kind of record, how can the stories or pictures be shared in the future?
As we all know, the economy is not doing so hot right now. Jobs are scarce, the cost of living is high and many of us are struggling to make it each day. We have tried to cut our expenses wherever possible, including my husband riding his bike to work and making whatever food I can from scratch. Eating out really adds up so I’ve been trying to come up with meals that are inexpensive and healthy, but still taste good. My favorite new meals are home made pizza and lentil soup.
I am a thirty year old mom of a toddler and am officially out of the “cool” phase of my life. I think I was cool at one point in time, but have officially put that title to rest in exchange for new titles like “mom”, “nurse”, “cook” and “portable jungle gym.” Yes, there are those moms that can still pass for high schoolers, but I am not that mom. I prefer no makeup, sweats and a t-shirt and my hair in a pony tail. I like to wear comfortable and low maintenance clothes so I can take my toddler on hikes, walks, bike rides, to the zoo and wherever we want to go each day.
One of my biggest passions is documenting my family history, for myself and for my children. Because I
was the third of seven children, there are not very many pictures of me growing up and even less videos that show my gestures, what my voice sounded like and the phrases I liked to say. I would love more than anything to see a glimpse as to what I was like as a child. I know my parents did the best they could, but I am determined to make sure my children are able to see what they were like growing up.
Growing up my parents had a very fun tradition with us kids for New Years Eve. At midnight we would grab all the pots, pans and large spoons we could find and stand at our front door banging them as loud as we could shouting, “Happy New Year!” We thought it was the funniest thing ever. It wasn’t until we were older that we learned my parents would set the clocks ahead two hours that night so we were actually banging the pots and pans at 10pm. No wonder our neighbors always gave us such funny looks!

