When Gloria called and asked if I would help I was so excited. My brain went into overdrive. Even though a large group was expected, I asked if we could use real teacups. She agreed immediately.
Most of my cups needed to be hand washed so I filled the sink with hot, soapy water a couple of days before the event. It also gave me the chance to polish my tea table and cart. As I gently washed each cup a story came to mind associated with the purchase of, or the giver of the cup. I realized my life history could be told through my teacups.
I'm a collector of things. I love beautiful things. Most women do. I love china patterns, old and new. When I travel, teacups or thimbles are my "go to" souvenirs.
They are so much more than a physical object of beauty though. For me, they've come to represent a way of life. I believe we are a people who have lost our way. We don't know how to stop and take time for the important things like having a cup of tea with a friend.
If my cups could talk and tell my story, I'd want them to say she took time for people and she loved. When I told one of my girlfriends I was using my cups, she said, "aren't you afraid a cup will get broken?" I told her what's the use in having them if they're not used.
As my mind traveled down memory lane, the cup from England reminded me of when our family went to Europe with the T.L. Hanna High School soccer team. We visited five countries and I got to see places this girl from a small town in West Virginia never thought she'd ever see.
Who would've thought I'd have to go to a Russian church to find a teacup. That's a true story. It's also a reminder every time I look at my beautiful blue cup that God answers prayers. Many prayers were said for Ksyu(Sue) and her salvation. It's also a reminder of the great spiritual needs of the Russian people.
Two of the cups used at the Tea have a matching teapot I purchased at a tearoom in Greenville, South Carolina. The Ragamuffin Tea everyone was raving about originated from that tearoom.
Me, Janet Huckabee, Gloria Bryant |
The cup I wanted Mrs. Huckabee to have her tea in was a special cup for me. I love history and all things about George Washington's home, Mount Vernon and Arlington. One of the cups in my collection is from Mount Vernon with the original thirteen colonies imprinted on it.
I believe Governor Huckabee stands for the values our country was founded upon. He is bold in his faith and doesn't waiver in his belief in God. He is vocal in his approach with the media and his style and charisma have gained him many followers. I thought it appropriate for her to drink from such a cup.
Mrs. Huckabee spoke to us about the values they hold dear and the great divide of where we are and where we need to be.
In biblical times, God told His people to build an altar to mark a place where He did something in their lives. It was for their remembrance, not to worship, but to recall His activity in their life.
What are the teacups in your life? What are those things you can say are the "altars" that tell a story of God's love for you and activity in your life?
Many things will stand out to me about the Tea. I loved meeting like minded ladies. I received so much joy sharing my teacups, tea, and the beauty of hospitality. But one thing stood out above the rest that I have overlooked in the past. There is a man who could lead our country..."one nation under God, with liberty and justice for all."
God bless America
and God bless
Governor and Mrs. Huckabee
Beautiful and poignant post, as always, Cindy. I love historical items and am sentimental, as well. I'm glad you got this opportunity. They don't often come along in life.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura! It was a memorable time for me and you're right, opportunities like that don't come along often. I will treasure the afternoon. I may just have to buy a new teacup to commemorate the occasion. ;)
DeleteThis is beautiful, Cindy! It reminds me of my Great Aunt Elda, who had a huge collection of teacups. She had tea and a biscuit (or, when I was there, sometimes a cookie!) each afternoon. I felt so special, as a little girl, choosing which teacup I wanted to use.
ReplyDeleteWhen she passed (quite a few years ago and at a ripe old age), her belongings were divided and I was given a pink flowered cup and saucer - not nearly the prettiest, it even had a crack in it. I assume no one else wanted it so they gave it to the young grand niece who lived too far away to attend the funeral. But I love it because it was the one she used every day (hence, the crack). I was so glad to have that special memory of my aunt. I just wish I knew why it was special to her. ;-)
As always, thanks for sharing, Cindy.
Thank you, Kendra! I love, love stories like that. You just made my day. I want my children to go through my cups some day and picture me sitting with teacup in hand. How special to have that memory you can treasure of time spent with your special aunt. Thank you for sharing with me!
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