Tea Is Liquid Wisdom

Mary still remembered the very first time during their courting days when David took her home to meet his large family. She recalled the warm and inviting house where noisy laughter echoed throughout. She’d been overwhelmed by them all at first but gradually blossomed as she was welcomed into a household that lived each day as a joy, embracing and celebrating every moment.

She frequently used to admire her mother-in-law’s tea service which adorned her sideboard only being brought into use on the most special of occasions such as birthdays, christenings and Christmas. Each delicate cup and saucer had a gold leaf glaze and decorated with an array of cottage garden flowers. When Mary had first seen them she’d been enchanted with their fragile beauty. As a child her resentful family had never had any money for such luxuries and mocked those that spent their hard-earned cash on things that weren’t either functional or edible.

As the years progressed one or two of the porcelain cups had been chipped by inquisitive grandchildren or lost their handles when dropped during over rigorous dishwashing but their appeal never diminished for Mary. It was true these tea-cups had witnessed a lot of happy and sometimes sad times but even when her mother-in-law moved into sheltered housing after her husband passed she wouldn’t part with the one remaining cup and saucer. As far as she was concerned it held a cupful of golden days and loving advice in every sip. Most of her family apart from Mary couldn’t understand her attachment to the past or such a kitsch item and would have assigned it to the dustbin had she not been so insistent.

When eventually her beloved mother-in-law succumbed to pneumonia she’d bequeathed her beautiful tea-cup to her and as Mary gingerly unwrapped them from the newspaper surrounding the delicate china, tears rolled down her cheeks as she recalled her adored mother-in-law’s generous and kind spirit. She gently turned the fragile cup over in her hands, the porcelain so fine that it was almost transparent and thought about all the treasured memories that she was holding in her palm. At the bottom of the box was a note in her mother-in-law’s beautiful copperplate handwriting which simply read “come & share a cup of tea, my home is warm, my friendship’s free”. She smiled through her tears as she celebrated her mother-in-law’s life in the only way she knew how; by having a cup of tea. As she sat at the scrubbed kitchen table overlooking the garden she nursed the warm amber nectar in her hands and it comforted her just as her mother-in-law had done in life.


24 thoughts on “Tea Is Liquid Wisdom

  1. How utterly lovely and dear. Thanks for writing and sharing. I have SO much china, all my mother’s wedding set, 8 piece serving set, plus another rose set, and I never use them. I also have a one cup English set like above with saucer and biscuit plate. I just need someone to share my tea with! I love tea.

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    • Bless you Kaye, I can always rely on you to raise my spirits. I have been browsing the charity shops looking for a tea cup just like the ones my Grandma used to have (thought they’d inspire me whilst I was writing) so when I find the right one I’ll join you for that cuppa


      • I love old china too. Why not start a collection? I have not collected any real china but I collect vintage pottery and stone ware and dishes made in the US by Pyrex, Corning, and Marcressa. I like to get things at garage and estates sales. I look for the bargains which are sometimes hard to come by, 🙂


    • Hello & lovely to hear from you. I am scouring the charity shops at the moment for that special tea cup & every one I find I pick up & I think about who used to own them & what life they had. Think I’m enjoying it a little too much. Hope life is being kind to you & yours

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