Please Excuse My Dear Aunt Sally

OK, how many of you remember that phrase?  If you can, you'll get 5 extra points on your next Math test!  Let me jog your memory... think back to fifth grade.

Evaluate  8 + (2 x 5) x 3⁴ ÷ 9 

Please - Parentheses

Excuse - Exponents

My - Multiply

Dear - Divide

Aunt - Add

Sally - Subtract

I have been sitting in the dining room with our fifth grader, Sumter, going over his homework.  Thank goodness he has my math genes and thinks that math is just a big puzzle.  I can remember working out the problems, making sure I did all the operations in the correct order - and loving the challenge.  (Oh no!  I was a math nerd!)

Sumter is putting together a few problems for me to do.  I'll let you know tomorrow if I still have the math "edge".  Oh... and did you get the right answer?

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"The Fort Brothers" and Other Family Names

Over the past week I have dedicated one blog to each of my sons.  For Sumter, Pink, Green, & Southern commented that he had a great name.  A huge public thank you goes out to you PG&S!  Actually, I absolutely LOVE my boys' names.  I belong to one of those crazy South Carolina families where everyone is named after everyone else.  NO ONE has an original name.   (Well, almost no one.  Keep reading!)

My sister's name is the most beautiful in the family:  Anne Stuart.  It's a double name and, of course was taken from some dead great, great, etc. grandmother.  Not Anne.  Not Stuart.  It's Anne Stuart.  And don't mess with her on that because she'll just ignore you.  She and I went to summer camp on the shores of Lake Michigan when we were younger, and those Midwestern girls just couldn't grasp the concept.  They called her "Stuart".  We didn't correct them after a while, because... well, we just guessed they just didn't know any better.  :)

I am named after my mother, Beverly.  My given middle name is Mason.  Mason is her mother's maiden name.  My grandmother's family was from Virginia, and she was always fond of saying, "We were the Masons... of Virginia."  Never knew exactly what that meant.  It must have meant something as it is through her line that we are all members of the NSCDA.

My sons are known throughout parts of South Carolina as "The Fort Brothers" as in two forts in South Carolina:  Fort Sumter and Fort Jackson.  NO!  I didn't plan that.  On my side of the family every first-born son for the past five generations have been named "James Sumter".  They have all been called Sumter.  My "however many greats" grandfather was the personal physician to General Thomas Sumter of the Revolutionary War.   Our youngest, Jackson Elliott, was named for his paternal great-grandmother's maiden name (Jackson).  The Elliott is from my father's side.  Our ancestor, William Elliott, owned a large plantation that much later became Sea Pines (of Hilton Head Island).  Legend has it that he was forced to hand over the deed to a Union soldier at gunpoint. 

My sister has two beautiful daughters, Mary Stephens (double name, of course) and Caroline.  My family was absolutely thrilled with Mary Stephens' name.  Not only was she named after people from her father's side, but my mother discovered that we actually have a Mary Stephens on our side all the way from the 1600's!   But Anne Stuart really made a social familial gaff with poor Caroline.  When she told my mother what she was going to name her second daughter, my mother sniffed, "Oh. We don't have any Carolines in our family."  To which Anne Stuart replied, "Well, we do now!"

Mimi with Sumter, Jackson, Mary Stephens, and Caroline

Kanuga, 2008

So here's to all of you out there with crazy family names!  I'd love to hear your stories!

AKA Beverly Mason

I Can STILL Eat Him Up!

Last week I introduced you to my younger son, Jackson.  I gushed about how proud I was of him... so much so that I felt a little guilty.  So, here is my older son, Sumter, my ten-year-old.   As he is a fifth grader, we can put Now and Then pictures in his elementary school yearbook. This is the "now" picture he wants.

 

And here is the "then" picture... Don't you just want to eat him up!?!?  You mothers of small children, savor every moment!

Yes, Sumter is definitely entering that awkward stage of a "tween".  (What a strange word.  It makes me think it should be some weird cartoon character of the 80's, like the Smurfs and Snorks.)   He can be sassy at times.  He can yell at his younger brother.  He can be... a ten-year-old!

But I must say Sumter is a great kid and reflects the morals and manners we try to instill in our boys.  He always says, "Ma'am" and "Sir".  He is compassionate towards others who are not as fortunate as he is.  He notices when someone says, "Oh, God!" and tells me later that he really wants to share why they shouldn't do that.  He still wants me to tuck him in at night and snuggle, which really means let him talk to me and pray about his day.

Yes, you mothers of very young children should savor every day.  But this mother of a "tween" savors every day too!

My Prayer for Myself this Season

I'm getting anxious.  The season is slowly arriving.  The season of decorating, of planning, of decorating, of cooking, of buying gifts, of decorating.  Don't get me wrong... I love, I mean ABSOLUTELY LOVE, this season.  I wish they were already playing Christmas music on the radio!

The Sunday after Thanksgiving is when the "festivities" begin.  And I can't wait.  Especially this year as my house is on the Christmas Home Tour.  (My husband is not very excited as all he sees are $$$ flowing out of our house to get it "ready".  But how could I say no!?!?)  Really, all I need to buy is my yearly Nutcracker to add to our collection.  OK, who am I fooling?

But back to my "anxiousness".  The reason I am anxious is that I am afraid.  Afraid that I will get so caught up in the decorating, hostessing, cooking, and planning that I will not be still and ready.  Not still and ready for the party guests, or the ladies who will want to examine every detail and decoration, or even Christmas Day itself.

I want to be still and ready for HIS arrival.

I want to be still and ready for our truly BLESSED GUEST.

I want to be still and ready for for birth of our SAVIOR.

That is my prayer for myself, and my prayer for all of us.

All A's for Jackson!

Today I am one proud mama.  You see, my second grader came home with all A's on his report card.  "Big Deal," some (most) of you will say.  And I completely understand.  I mean, how hard is second grade... really? I know where you're coming from, because I taught it for five years - in a very competitive private school at that.  But I am so proud of my second grader.

Why?  Because my incredibly funny, athletic, good-looking boy with a knack for math has dyslexia.  My son can't read on level.  Letters and words have never made sense to Jackson. (I taught in a school that specialized in teaching children with dyslexia when he was in preschool and saw many "red flags" even at that young age.) While most of his friends read Magic Treehouse books and other chapter books, my eight-year-old is tutored two days a week by a private learning center, and has been for the past two years.  While his older brother went to summer camp in the mountains of North Carolina, Jackson spent four weeks living with his grandparents so that he could attend a summer program at an Orton-Gillingham accredited school specifically catering to dyslexic children.  Reading exhausts him.  Last year (in first grade), he would say it made him feel stupid.

Here are quotes from some famous dyslexics just like my Jackson and what they remember about school:

When I had dyslexia, they didn't diagnose it as that. It was frustrating and embarrassing. I could tell you a lot of horror stories about what you feel like on the inside.

--Nolan Ryan

I was, on the whole, considerably discouraged by my school days. It was not pleasant to feel oneself so completely outclassed and left behind at the beginning of the race.

--Winston Churchill

I couldn't read. I just scraped by. My solution back then was to read classic comic books because I could figure them out from the context of the pictures. Now I listen to books on tape.

--Charles Schwabb 

But this year has been different.  No, he didn't all of a sudden start to read.  (He will always struggle with reading.  He will have many, many, many ups and downs.)  Now, he understands his learning difference.  He accepts it.  He knows that he is in very good company - thanks to his experience this summer!  He has started using the strategies and coping skills he will have to use for the rest of his life.  Also, he has a wonderful teacher whom God has blessed us with.  I tell Mrs. Sanborn that all the time.  I know God placed her in our path for Jackson.  She understands his needs for accommodations and extra time with work.  She gives his reading comprehension tests orally.  She looks for alternative (not to be confused with easier) academic assessments to help him succeed.  He loves school and looks forward to it every morning. 

So hats of to Jackson.  I am so, so, so proud of you! 

Mom

Musings on the Fair...

Yesterday was insanely busy.  Not only was it that crazy candy day known as Halloween, but I had promised my boys earlier last week that I would take them to the fair on Saturday.  (How could I forget that Saturday was Halloween!?!?)  I couldn't break a promise... so I braved the masses.

I have always loved the South Carolina State Fair.  The greasy food is the best.  I always look forward to my yearly indulgence of salty Fisk fries with lots of vinegar.  And a corndog smothered in mustard is always a treat.  There are other smells to tantalize:  fried mushrooms, elephant ears covered with powdered sugar (thank goodness I'm not a sugar freak!), and humungous ice cream cones.

I used to ride all the rides when I was younger.  The faster the better. Upside-down, I'm in!  Roller coasters - sign me up!   One particular ride my friends and I would all crowd into was the Super Himalaya.  The cars all went backwards around and around to the fabulous "hair bands" of the 80's, and the carnies who operated the ride would yell, "Do you wanna go faster!?!?!?"  Of course, we would all scream, "YES!!!" as we crushed against each other due to the centrifugal force.  We LOVED it!!!  The rides were all dirty, of course.  We all would go home reeking of "the fair".

But what ALWAYS amazes me these days is not the new ride or food:  it's the people.  And I'm not even talking about the people who work the fair.  I mean, I expect them to look and act a certain way.  It's the people who GO to the fair.  Let me tell you, compared to most of the fair's patrons, my sons and I were in the minority.

I've always wondered where these people come from.  When I was little, my father said they all lived under the fairgrounds and just came up when the fair was in town. Tank tops, tight jeans, lots o' tatoos, a few teeth missing, and (this beats all) no shoes.  And they are always in family groups. 

Here's one family I witnessed.  I kid you not!!!

• long-haired grandpa in a dirty undershirt, overalls and Bad A** trucker hat (because he is the only one who has a job)
• grandma (lugging a huge stuffed pink snake that she spent $26.00 to win)
• son (chomping on a footlong corn dog while he is pushing the umbrella stroller full of more "made in China" merchandise.  Where's the baby???)
• his younger brother leering at everyone around him (with his one good eye).  I can't even begin to quote what was written on his hat!
  
• son's bleached blond with black roots girlfriend (in a Nine Inch Nails tour tank top) with the illegitimate runny nosed baby girl (pierced ears, of course)  in one hand, the other holding her Marlboro Reds and Bic lighter, and finally...
• her best friend, multi-tasking by chomping gum, smoking her cig, and chipping purple nail polish off her bitten fingernails.   

I can't make this stuff up!  I saw this menagerie of people!  So lucky me... I think I've come up with my family's Halloween costume theme next year!