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In my kitchen, above the window, are tea tins I just couldn't part with. They have held precious tea, but now I just enjoy the beauty of the tin.
The most precious gift from my daughter and the one that holds
In my kitchen, above the window, are tea tins I just couldn't part with. They have held precious tea, but now I just enjoy the beauty of the tin.
“There is something in the nature of tea that leads us into a world of quiet contemplation of life.” ~Lin Yutang, The Importance of Living
This past week I have thought a lot about not hiding my light and being authentic to who I am.Contemplation, listening, and accepting myself has been on my plate and in my mind. I listened to two young women on a live chat talking about being authentic. It made me happy to see young women thinking on these things, it gave me hope for the future.
They talked about having respect for themselves and others. Paying attention to where they fit in and not adjust who they were just to fit there. They talked about sharing our passions, joys, and stories; then realize that each of us is "enough". We don't need to perform, but honor the "stillness" in ourselves. And above all share your authentic self with honesty and kindness. Accept our differences and believe in who we are.
Choosing yourself first, treating yourself with this honesty and kindness we can then give honesty and kindness to others.
For me tea is about ritual with the picking what tea to drink each day, making the tea, holding in my hands to contemplate, savor, notice, and hold the silence in that very moment. It is a healthy addiction, one that frames my day. It leads me in honesty and kindness to myself and then to share with others.
Thanks to the ladies on grasspeopletree.com for having thoughtful conversations that inspire me, teach me, and confirm my life passages. I am thrilled for the next generations of women, thrilled for my daughter, thrilled for the women that will come in my grandsons life of the future, and thrilled to have a women vice president helping to lead our country and live by example to other young women.
A bit of reading, but I hope you enjoy! I have thoroughly enjoyed doing research and playing at teatime this week. I thought it would be fun to explore what an afternoon tea time would look like during the 1930's or 1940's.
The Great Depression took place close to 100 years ago in the 1930's. It was my mother's era. Banks crashed, there was a dust bowl, and unemployment was at 20%. When I was young I heard stories of desperation and struggle. It was indeed a hard time in the history of the US.
I also remember stories of finding premiums such as dishes like the green glass in cereal boxes, a free gift with purchase, jam sold in juice glasses, even movie tickets with cereal and teapots with Lipton Tea. The Lipton Teapot was made by Hall China starting in 1935. I was born at the end of that era, but can remember some of those free gifts. They were so exciting to receive. Even local markets were giving glasses with purchase and my aunt saved up her red glasses for me as a wedding gift. Can you think of any products today that give premiums with purchase?
Food was also in short supply and often cooks had to be creative in making a meal. They would need to find substitutes for butter, milk or eggs. Meat was scarce and often inexpensive meat was purchased in cans. Have you ever had Spam or deviled ham from a can? Refrigeration was often not available. I remember the ice truck coming around the neighborhood to deliver ice for refrigeration. Canned food became popular during this era until the 1970's when people
such as Alice Waters started influencing the use of fresh food.Yeastless breads were served too, My mother often baked nut breads. Toasted nut bread was a treat. My mother loved sitting to relax in the kitchen as she cracked the nuts and stored them in canning jars. After all it was free for those that had nut trees in their surroundings.
Fruit cocktail was developed at the end of the 1930's as a way of using fruit scraps. This canned fruit was added to all sorts of salads or just served plain. I actually loved it, especially when my mom added marachino cherries; so had to smile when I saw cans on my market shelf with cherries added. I hadn't purchased fruit cocktail for many years and there it was with cherries. That just made me smile.
Some of the tea you could find on the market shelf was Lipton, King Cole, and Typhoo, mostly in bags. The Tea Council ad said, "Take tea and see, see what a glow you get from hot and hearty tea-see if it doesn't help you feel better, sleep better too!" During this time tea dresses, tea dances, and leaf reading were popular. The music in a tearoom or at a tea dance was often light jazz. Can you hear it now? Wouldn't you just love swaying to the music as you nibbled a small sandwich and sipped a bit of tea?
The wealthy began taking road trips. Since there were no places to stop for food along the way, they would pack a picnic. Many gas stations were beginning to serve food and often it was the gas stations owners wife that started a tearoom, serving fried chicken and tea. There would be a teakettle hanging outside to advertise a tearoom inside. If the weather was good, people would sit out under a tree to eat. In researching one author often came up, Jan Whitaker, and her book, Tea at the Blue Lantern Inn, A Social History of the Tea Room Craze in America. Looking on my book shelf I found I had a copy of the book and will be doing some reading to further learn about the tea room craze in America. I know many of you have heard of Knott's Berry Farm in Southern California. It was started as one of these tearooms serving fried chicken along the highway.
As I was thinking on this era I wondered what would you serve for afternoon tea? I decided to serve a depression era tea to my family this week. Thankfully they put up with me, as it does involve food.
Yes, you can see the green depression glass. The teacups were made in California during this time also. The vase was a gift to my parents on their wedding day in 1942. My mother's pearls most often are around my neck when I go to tea. It is a way of celebrating her, as I know she would always love having tea with me.Today is my "live-in gardener's" birthday; so I was thinking this morning about gifts. What did he want versus what I am giving him. A gift may not be a tangible item, but a gift of time or yourself. Maybe the gift is a special word or song. My "live-in gardener" doesn't ask for much, so a couple days ago he said there was something he would like, something I am not sure I can find. It won't come for his birthday, but now the idea is planted in my mind I am trying to figure out how to go about accessing this gift.
From the dictionary:
What does gift mean to you?
How do you receive the gift when given to you?
The sea calls to me and I must go! So recently my "live-in gardener" and I hopped in our car and drove 2 1/2 hours to get tuna fish and chips here. Those of us in northern part of Oregon are known to do just this. There is always a line and on this winter day there was still a line. People were respectful to wear masks and stay 6 feet between each group. The half hour wait to get our food was oh so worth it. Just writing this my mouth is watering. Do you love fish and chips? Do you love going to the seashore? With the combination of the two it made my heart happy. After all, it is the little things these days, isn't it?
There is a trail not far from my house where I love walking.
It feels like an escape from the city, though it is right in the city, near the airport. The city is working on the street lately, which makes it hard to get there. But I need to return soon to walk where the beavers walk. There are birds, turtles, and beaver, with an occasionally person or two. It is a peaceful place.
Most often I read from Tea Wisdom, a compilation of "inspirational quotes and quips about the world's most celebrated beverage", by Aaron Fisher. Here is one from that book on page 135.
Moonlight over the hills,
Reflecting on my balcony.
The night is young,
My rustic gate is ajar;
Through the woods,
My friend approaches,
Lantern bobbing.
Smoke curls from the stove;
I call for tea.
The autumn stars have paled,
Barking of wakening dogs,
The sadness of a flute carried on the wind.
And still we sit and talk.
The sky lightens;
Rosy clouds and chilly dew,
The earth moss-covered.
~Cheng Pan Chiao
I can actually imagine walking through this place with lantern in hand to a moss-covered log to sit awhile and sip a cup of tea. Come join me. I will bring the tea and read for you.
Is there just one word for today, no! But just notice each word, let your mind imagine, take a trip to another place even if only in your mind. Notice what you notice!
Searching online for bouquets from the winter garden I still just saw flowers bought from the florist or market. With COVID I haven't been visiting the market often, but still wanted a bouquet or two in the house. I may be addicted to having fresh bouquets in the house year round. Ha! I feel like I am missing something in the house if there isn't a fresh bouquet every week. So starting in Autumn when the garden was finishing up I went searching for a bouquet.
Now with Winter from the garden it is twigs from the herb garden.
Then I buy a small bunch of red roses or whatever is inexpensive at the market to add some color to the twigs around the house.
Evergreen twigs with citrus and ivy to spruce up my back step and all from my garden.
My heart is happy with bouquets all year long.
Twigs in winter can make a bouquet.
What are you doing during this COVID Winter to make your heart happy?
Happy weekend, dear friends!
Many things bring great delight to me: tea, gardens, flowers, outdoors, food, and friends that cross my path. These all make my heart sing with small chuckles, giggles, laughter, and tears. It is my desire to seek beauty all around me, have the heart of a wanderer, a storyteller.
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