# 788 – Memlettes from a Silver Tea Set


The kettle shrieked a second time signaling that afternoon “Cream Tea” was but minutes away! The preheated vintage, S. GEORGE, eight cuppa “Chatsford” teapot held her poise as she was emptied of the first steamy preheat, readying for the measured tea sac and second fill. Cozie embraced and timer set, attention was turned to the doillied tea tier server display of freshly baked vanilla cream scones which was then deftly arranged alongside the lemon curd and berry jam. Only hours before was the kitchen a hub of activity! The strawberries and raspberries were simmering with a modest sugar supplement for the  third heat, developing the fresh richness of thick, homemade compote as the lemon juice, zest, butter, sugar and eggs were being carefully stirred on the double boiler to become velvety lemon curd. It was nearing 1:00 o’clock and Nanna ALWAYS refused a healthy soup luncheon in favor of some variation of cream tea before her “stories”, the afternoon TV soap operas, came on at 2:00 p.m.

We sat in the Parlor, Nanna in her cushioned chair, I in the Boston rocker, in full view of Nanna’s treasured and perfectly polished Silver Tea service, regally presiding as I poured. …The veil parts…Past merging into moment, I stand to pour for my best friend, today, promptly at 9:00 a.m. paying homage to feminine camaraderie and laughter of days gone by…The veil parts …Is it then when I nursed Nanna back to health, preparing meals and tea and keeping both her home and mine, learning of the life and accomplishments of this amazing matriarch? Tales of Nanna’s childhood in County Corke,  Ireland unfold as her brogue thickens and her misted blue eyes clear; she regales me with stories of the Clydesdale draught horses who were both her playmates and feisty tormentors when she would venture over the stone fence! How bold and adventurous was this now frail woman, once braveheart! The mist would return to her eyes when she told of the banishment of both she and her sister to the convent in England after her mother’s demise and her father’s remarriage. Another pour of liquid amber and the flame would return as she recalled her ocean voyage “across the pond” aboard the HMS Queen Mary to Ellis Island and her adventures thereafter…cleaning for the wealthy on Beacon Hill and converting pounds to dollars at the Fine Crystal and China department in Filenes…

I pour another cup for my best friend on this day, in the twentieth anniversary year of the tragic loss of her first born son and …listen ….to the overflow of anguish that always follows the ebb tide of grief-rage at the powerlessness, the emptiness, the love, the pain …as I see the mist return to shroud HER beautiful hazel eyes. I pour another cup for us both…
Nanna tells me that she loves how accomplished I have become at Tea Service and how she has noticed my careful tending as I polish the silver tea set at her monthly request without complaint. She notices that I tend it lovingly not begrudgingly and promises that it will be mine to polish for myself someday. I smile and tell her that day is a long way…away!
For some twenty years, I polish and love my tea service after …the long way… away.

The Art of active listening extends heArtfully to my best friend as she shares her joys and sorrows, …memlettes ALL, and …we practice the sacred ceremony, pouring daily Tea and sitting in our cushioned rocking chairs in the Great Room with the Sun streaming thru the wall window in the nearby shadows of …a now patina’d Silver Teapot.


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2 thoughts on “# 788 – Memlettes from a Silver Tea Set

  1. Thanks, Conni…it s been our daily connect since 1996 …phone tea for the nine years apart…in KS, NJ and now across the meadow from each other! So glad you enjoyed part of our daily lives.

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