The Tea Pot

When my brother and I were little, Mom had time to take good care of us when we were sick. We’re only one year apart, so we shared a lot. When he went to kindergarten, I missed him so much it was terrible. He shared everything with me. The Measles, The Mumps, The Chicken Pox, The Flu, The Tonsillectomy we had together, and whatever else was going around. Our mom had her hands full, since she was pregnant.

We had lots of Chicken Noodle Soup by Campbell’s, crackers, juice, and lots of water. We were kept separate, each in our bedroom, in bed. Those were the orders anytime we were home sick. I was only four, so I was home anyway. We were in bed constantly, and even were served our meals there. Soup is hard to eat when you’re four and in bed. One thing she did let us have was tea. Hot tea is still a favorite of mine, and I think my brother still enjoys it too.

This was actually a coffee pot (a percolator) our parents received for a wedding gift in 1948. Mom had another one that was electric, so this became her tea pot. She boiled the water, put tea bags in, and enjoy the fresh, steepeded tea. It sat high on a shelf as we grew up and left home. I would notice it when visiting through the past fifty years. I always recalled those feelings of being taken care of when I’d see this pretty blue teapot. I now have it in my home, mostly for decoration, I’m reluctant to put it in the microwave to re-warm the tea should it become cold. The warm feeling is still there. It makes me happy.

The Sight of the Blue Tea Pot Still Warms My Heart.

During those times, Mom was often a little upset with me. I got lonely being in bed alone during the day. I remember her asking me, “Why can’t you be like your brother, he never bothers me?” Yes, he would not call out to her. I just felt like hours and hours went by since she came up to see me. My dad must have felt sorry for me, he would come in and play checkers with me. I loved him for doing that. He was patient with me when Mom was probably overly tired and needed a rest herself. Checkers remains one of my favorite board games today. I played with Addison and Gavin, and recalled how my dad sat with me, playing until I got tired of it. Good memories.

A lot of people were allowed to watch game shows (especially Price is Right) while they were sick from school. Our TV was never allowed to be on during the daytime. Mom didn’t do game shows or soap operas. I loved visiting our Grandma Bobell, she watched the soap operas every day. We had all sorts of adventures together. Did you get to visit your Grandparents for a few days during the summer? It was always fun, too.

Mom’s parents lived in several different houses as we grew up. They moved for reasons I don’t know. Their house on Pine Street was a beautiful brick home, two story, which was cozy. I don’t remember the kitchen much, but I remember the dining room and living room. We didn’t spent the night there, but did when they lived on 60th Street in a raised ranch with the huge backyard and shade trees. It was wonderful. It’s also where Grandpa died on Christmas Eve, 1964, when I was twelve years old. That’s another story, though.

Because Grandma didn’t drive, we would walk to her hairdresser, then catch the bus to downtown. I loved shopping with her. She was so much fun. She always did a craft with me, like making loop hot pads. One year, she cut out a doll dress pattern and had me hand sew it together. You just don’t forget those wonderful moments shared. I’m so glad our grandparents took the time to share their lives and wisdom with us. Our lives are richer because of them.

I have some office /website work to do for the VFW Post today, studying about Marketing for Small Businesses, and maybe be able to sneak in marking a quilt for quilting. I’d love to get this hung by Thanksgiving. It’ll go over our bed, against a pretty blue wall. Not sure if I’ll quilt it in dark invisible thread or choose gold or copper metallic. When the light hits metallic thread, you have glints of it, it’s beautiful.

This Will Be Stunning!

Thanks for reading today, I appreciate it so much. This post is early today, to make up for my tardiness yesterday. It’s good to have a day ahead of me, even though it’s overcast, cold and windy, with a little snowflake here and there. It’s here. And it’s ok. With my flu shot taken, I feel protected. I hope you have a great rest of the day, and come back tomorrow. I’ll be here. Blessings. Be Careful out there.

Blog Post #80!

Wow, it appears we have been on a real journey these past 80 blog posts. They have not been posted day after day, but I believe they really started after our Roxie died and I had a need to get the sadness out. It worked, and I thank you all for listening, for sharing in our grief and pain, and walking along with us until the sun came out again.

And our beautiful little Goldie, she makes me smile. The dark, dark brown eyes are stunning on her. Such a good puppy, too. Most of the time. We were lucky and she slept until 5:30 a.m. Sunday morning after having Puppy Training on Saturday. That girl was worn out!!!

Sleepy girl by the fireplace. Does it get any better than this??

WordPress is still a mystery to me at times, but we have muddled through enough times to have written and published eighty posts! That just feels like a monumental number of times to sit down and write 500 plus words on any subject that strikes me as important that day. I’m happy to have kept up the pace, and I hope to not run out of ideas. As long as there are people on this earth, there will be topics to write about. I hope you’re all along for the ride.

Learning WordPress is a challenge at times.

In keeping up with the spirit of NaNoWriMo, I need to write about 2200 words today. I’m documenting some memories of Christmas past, and talking about our Great Grandmothers on my mom’s side of the family. There were none on my father’s side of the family.

Is it me or do others of you Boomers remember “elderly” Great Grandmothers? I do not remember them even talking very much at all. Maybe it was because they were hard of hearing?? The great grandma’s always sat next to each other, but I don’t remember hearing them talk. I would hope they did, but maybe not?? My Grandma’s mother seemed very old, her hair was a yellowish white. I have no idea how old she was when I was in sixth grade. And Grandma’s dressed like Grandma’s! I would think at about fifty they would don those tie-on leather pumps that were maybe sporting a two inch heel?? I cannot imagine wearing those shoes, but they were used to it. And a dress and stockings every day.

I remember the laughter my older brother Tom and I suppressed when our Grandpa’s Mother asked if I liked my “toilet water?” We were splitting a gut, so to speak. I said “Just fine.” He never let me forget that one. For you younger folks, that was a type of fragrance women and girls wore some time ago. It had no bad connotations, and actually meant “Grooming Water.” Eau de Toilette or Toilet Water is a lightly scented cologne used as a skin freshener. And it has only been in the past fifty years or so that people have bathed or showered every day, so it wasn’t unusual to simply freshen up a bit in the mornings, and not have the full bath or shower routine daily. Times have changed, and I’m glad they have.

It’s nearly time to pick up our granddaughter from school. I’m eager to see what is going on in her world. She talks and gives me the scoop about a lot of stuff. I love our grandkids, I’m so lucky to be the bonus grandma to three and the bio grandma to one. They are all the apple of our eye(s).

Thank you for being here for all these posts. I’m looking forward to you coming along on the rest of the journey. And don’t forget to like the blog, the blog post, and leave a comment wayyyyy below. You’ll get an entry for each like, each comment, from November 1 through November 30. Go back and read other blogs, comment if you’re inclined. They all count. On December 1, 2019 I will draw for a $50 Visa Gift Card. It could be yours! Thank you, and we’ll see you tomorrow.