Wednesday has been a non-traditional school day for us this year. Traditional subjects such as world history, science, English, and math are ditched and replaced with music, art, tea parties, and family history. It is definitely my favorite school day of the week.
I am very blessed to be a part of the Bandy family legacy. My grandmother, on my mom’s side was a Bandy. She was one of 13 children born to John Wesley Bandy and Nora Victoria Bates. They bought a farm in Flat Rock, near Summersville, MO when my grandma was just a little girl and at that time only one of four kids. Before my great-grandpa passed away, he left a memoir for his family of his life and adventures. I read this aloud to Christa and Hannah a couple of weeks ago. We were all amazed by his stories about his hunting, saw mills, and his faith in God.
Many of the 13 children have now passed away as well, including my grandma back when I was 18. This group of 13 brothers and sisters are unlike any that I have ever seen. They loved (and still do) getting together with each other, taking care of each other, and serving each other. This group of godly men and women have served as examples to my mom and all of her many cousins. They have served as examples to all of us in the third generation, and now my kids also have the privilege of knowing and loving those who are still with us.
This week we read my great Aunt Alene Bandy Fleener’s account of her parents and growing up in Flat Rock/Summersville. She wrote about her mother, “Our mom was so much fun, even though she was so burdened down with so many babies, and so much work to do.” Aunt Alene mentions that their mom would sometimes dress up and try to scare them outside their window at night. Maybe that is where my Aunt Mabel picked up her practical jokes. Aunt Alene also mentioned how sweet and kind her mom always was. My great grandma Nora Victoria passed away far too young, before she was able to see all of her own children grown. Her death left far too deep of a hole in the hearts of her children.
Sometimes I feel a little (or A LOT) over whelmed by all there is to do in the raising of only 6 kids. I must do more than just hope that I will be remembered as “fun” by my children. We are working on making memories and traditions within our own family. Yesterday, we played a little game that Aunt Alene said that her mom used to play with them. She called it “Twitt, Twitt, Twee, What Do You See?”. She would choose a letter and the kids would have to guess which item in the room of which she was thinking. This is a great game, especially for Jett and Callie as they learn their letters and letter sounds. It is even more fun because it comes from my great grandma.
Of course, my kids love to have tea parties. They get this from their Grandma Susan, who has been giving tea parties for her grandchildren for several years now. The last time I was in Summersville, my great Aunt Mary Lou and Uncle Joe had a tea party for my mom and dad, me, and all of my kids. They treated us like royalty and served with gracious hearts. It was a delightful time together.
Wednesdays are our tea party day around here. Yesterday was Christa’s day to prepare. She made some yummy peanut butter balls.
Chocolate covered peanut butter balls were a definite hit.
I am striving to leave a godly, fun family legacy for my kids. What other suggestions do you have to help develop a strong family legacy? I would love to hear what you do with your families!