|Our first official tea party in over a year!|
|Wild edible blossoms of roses and chiming bells to the left...|
Cheese, pepperoni and crackers to the right
|Three pots of tea: chai, peppermint, and peach|
|Our edible flower centerpiece|
I loved her so much and look forward to seeing her again someday. One of my most favorite memories of her is at Tea Time. She carefully opened her china hutch and let me choose the tea cup I desired. Ceremoniously we'd sit down to a cup of tea and small snack. I almost always choose the above one in the picture. It was my favorite and still is. I don't really know any history about it but whenever I glimpse it's beauty I think of how beautiful my Grandma was, inside and out.
She read the Psalms or a Proverbs to me in the morning whenever I spent the night.
She introduced me to the ancient type writer, one hard to hit key at a time.
She taught me what an ironing board was. I spotted it behind her bedroom door and asked her what it was. She couldn't believe I didn't know! I still remember her being shocked and laughing at the same time.
She taught me how to use the sewing machine. I remember making my first project with her; pot holders.
She was so classy and organized and clean. She was punctual and efficient. She loved being home and just spending time with me talking, walking, drawing faces, or enjoying a TV show. She loved me and I loved her.
She bought me my first stick of deodorant and my first bra. She had the time to teach me to properly care for my fingernails, brush my hair and so many other lessons of learning to grow up like a lady.
She always knew the right things to say and just how to laugh. She remembered everybody's birthday and all the important life events and taught me to say "Thank-you" when someone gave me a compliment.
The most violent thing I ever saw her do was through a tin can full of rocks at "those nasty squirrels." She lived in a mobile home park and the squirrels would steal the bread from her precious birds that she fed daily. I remember being shocked that my sweet Grandma had such an arm and with such vehemence!
Yes, these tea cups bring back memories... as a good and worthy tea cup should. This is why I love tea parties... they connect us with the yester years of along time ago and many generations of women who used to gather and reconnect over tea and visiting with no electronic gadgets in site.
|Our littlest guest sitting in a high chair...|
|Our second born daughter...be wary the sweet smile, there's lots more under there...|
|Our oldest daughter... be wary the serenely calm photo, usually there's lots of excitement|
|Our third born daughter, laid back, but full of mischievous surprises...|
|Mama, me, author always contemplating... but rarely quiet...|