Well, I have been stumped! For over a year now I have expressed my thoughts on 'the word of the week'. This weeks word is teacup, and for the life of me, I am speechless. Had the word been coffee cup I might have had a thought. The expression 'cup of tea' invokes some thoughts. Teacup gives me no inspiration at all!
Maybe this week we could hear from others. Maybe travelers from around the United States, or from around the world might write of their teacup collection. Maybe people used to using their teacups during their tea time could tell us about it. Me, I just draw a blank!
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Before coming to the blog today, and knowing what today's word would be, I tried to think about what "teacup" meant to me before being swayed by whatever you had written. What came to my mind was the teacup my granddaughter came home with after a Girl Scout event last year. I can't recall the name of the event but she came home with a beautiful, dainty teacup and a warm heart after an hour or two with her friends, and I think that is what a "cup of tea" is meant to do, leave one warm and cozy.
But, hey, this gave me a good idea...why not post next week's word at the end of each week's post so that folks can start rhinking of what they would like to write about that word. And a word to readers -- don't be shy! Join in and have some fun with words.
The word teacup brings to mind the collection of Tea Cups a good friend had. When visiting her we would have girl time and get out those lovely tea cups, reminiscence and enjoy each other company.
As I type ”teacup” I can see several different patterns of cups nestled comfortably in my china cabinet. There is my mother’s wedding china, my grandmother’s Sunday company china, my everyday white ironstone teacups and a much treasured tea set that belonged to my Mother as a child. I can’t recall ever having a cup of tea from any of them but the worn rims are a tell tale sign that many a good conversation was shared between friends.
My fondest memory of tea is not of the ingredient but of the man… the Jewel T man. Mr. Rhodes stopped by our house frequently on his tea circuit from city to city. Those were the days when housewives were home and welcomed traveling salesmen carrying their wares door to door. I always enjoyed Mr. Rhodes with his starched white shirt, handsome suit and winning smile. My Mother bought something most every visit. The Dessert Rose pink dogwood pattern dishes were my favorite. I don’t have them now but not long ago I purchased a “teacup” in this same pattern that was attached to a metal pole. It’s found a home in a large planter on the deck and holds birdfeed. It’s a lovely reminder of days gone by.
What lovely reminiscences...
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