Tea Memories
This is a vintage tea set from the 1930’s. I have to tell you that I love this thing. One just like it sat on a shelf at Gramma-Great’s house. Now, she was not MY gramma-great, she was my cousins’. She was my aunt’s mother and she was, I think a little over 100 years old when she died. Most of the years I was growing up I spent summers in the Michigan “thumb” , bouncing from relatives farms in Howell, Lapeer, and Five Lakes.
Each morning I would walk across the road, up a dirt road that wound through a cornfield, stopping at Uncle Ray’s (her brother’s) house to chat with him a moment, and then on up to her house to have tea with her in her very country, very victorian, very welcoming kitchen.
The tea consisted of hot milk with a few dips of a tea bag in it and a quarter cup of sugar, and it was usually accompanied by two gingersnaps. It was the best tea I ever drank.
Now in the years since then I have developed a taste for tea, real tea. But the grown up pleasure of sitting at the wooden table, sipping the milky tea, and nibbling on gingersnaps while having an adult all to myself created in me the desire to make tea a part of my life.
And, so, I have started a tradition of tea in my home. An afternoon ritual, where the kids and I sit down, try new teas, nibble snacks, and chat about what ever we like because I hope that in doing so I will create those same types of memories in them.
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