Melissa’s Cozy Teacup

La Tea Dah, over at Gracious Hospitality, is have a Tea blog-a-thon. Today’s post is a story about a teacup. Here’s mine.

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Growing up, I loved to read, I still do. One of my favorites, wa:The Country Mouse and the City Mouse. Maybe because one of the mice was named Melissa and rarely did I ever see my name in print. In The Country Mouse, City Mouse, Melissa goes to the city to visit her cousin and is wowed and frightened by all the contraptions and gadgets in the city house. It is very dangerous and exciting. Eventually, it proves to be too much for her and she happily leaves the city and returns home to the quiet, simple life of country living. The teacup pictured above, is from my country Grandma. You see, I had a city Grandma who lived in Buffalo, NY and a country Grandma who lived in Burns, WY. Country Grandma was my mom’s mom and we would visit her often. I don’t remember ever seeing her china set on our visits, but one day, my mom asked me if I would like a box of her china. I said, yes! My Grandma lived a very simple farm life and when she was married to her first husband, they didn’t have much but they had 9 kids and a farm on the prairie of Wyoming. The longest trip my Grandma ever took in her life, was when her momma carried her in her arms across the Atlantic, through Ellis Island and across the plains to their new home in the wilds of America. For my Grandma to have such a delicate and lovely item in her possession, brings tears to my eyes, for when, with 9 roudy children, would she have felt comfortable bringing her china out to use on special occasions? I would imagine, with the mindset back then, that it would have set on a shelf, in the china hutch, treasured and protected and unused. I do not remember ever sitting down to tea with one of my Grandmothers. Maybe country grandma invited her girlfriends from church or the senior center over for a cup now and then but such things weren’t done with children for fear of them breaking a beloved item. At country Grandma’s house, we drank out of rinsed out and reused jam jars. Everything in her house was well worn and well loved but rarely brand new or expensive. So this, yes, this cup is my favorite. I use it occasionally and think of my grandmother’s simple life on the prairie of Wyoming. Do you have something that never sees the light of day because you are fearful it will be broken or perhaps you are waiting for that special occasion to use it that never happens? Why not go and dig it out and use it today with someone you love? You’ll be glad you did.

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