Bringing hot tea to make my beloved Aunt Mary feel better when she was ill.
In fact, one of my little figurines represent a day I took care of her--I think I was only about four at the time, but I remember being so proud of serving as Grandma's helper and carrying in a cup of tea to my aunt.
|Memories of Yesterday figurine--"You Warm my Heart"|
Having a tea party with my grandmother
We used our imaginations to turn oatmeal boxes into doll's tea tables and chairs and had a lovely time sipping imaginary tea and nibbling at dainty imaginary cookies in her living room.
We used my sweet little tea set that has survived the years and is proudly displayed in my home. I don't think I'll reveal how old it is, if that is okay with you!
My child's set matches the beautiful Blue Willow tea cups my husband lovingly chose at Harrod's when we visited London--two tea cups and saucers so that my mother and I could have matching cups. I loved to use them when I would invite her over for an afternoon tea and I would make her favorite English cake roll. We would sit and sip tea and watch Pride and Prejudice or Sense and Sensibility and revel in all things British.
Oops, wait a minute. Sorry, Mom, looks like we are drinking our notorious Pimms Cups instead of tea in this picture! But I wanted to show off my lovely tea pot from England and our dainty cucumber sandwiches and chocolate dipped strawberries...
|That's better..here is one of my Harrods tea cups!|
Memory's Gardenby Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Back on its golden hinges
The gate of Memory swings,
And my heart goes into the garden
And walks with the olden things.
The old-time, joys and pleasures,
The loves that it used to know,
It meets there in the garden,
And they wander to and fro.
It heareth a peal of laughter,
It seeth a face most fair,
It thrills with a wild, strange rapture
At the glance of a dark eye there;
It strayeth under the sunset
In the midst of a merry throng,
And beats in a tuneful measure,
To the snatch of a floating song.