Teacups, hanging on a wall in my son's living room. I wonder if they mean much to him ... I wonder if he even knows where they came from.
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| Teacups on a wall |
The top one and the bottom one come from his father's family. I think the top one was given to me by Aunt Alma when she moved into Parkview, and we bought her house. The bottom one was prized by his grandmother, Sue Burkholder. It is one of the Royal Albert Provincial Flower series, and is the Ontario Trillium.
The two middle ones come from his mother's family. They were the special cups that my mother and father used every Sunday, fall, winter and spring, for our 'evening tea' ... supper to most Canadians. Dad used the bluish one and Mum used the pink. Throughout the winter, particularly, this would be in the living room in from of the fire. There would be something like "Cheese Dreams" -- made by putting a slice of cheese on a slice of bread [or half a hamburger bun] and part of a rasher of bacon on top and then broiling them until the bacon was cooked and the cheese melted -- to eat with gherkin pickles, and then dessert.
Lois and I would have hot chocolate from the very fragile Japanese pot with the little cups and their delicate handles. We would marvel at the way you could see right through the china. I am sure there was a story being told by the pictures, but we never knew what it was. I wonder where that pot and the other three cups are now.
Teacups ... just china on a wall. Teacups ... memories are made of these.
