Tell Me a Story about … Tea!

As I contemplated writing this, a hot cup of Tetley tea steamed beside me in one of my numerous mugs—this one squat, round, and bearing the word “Mom” on its side. Let it be said that I LOVE TEA!Tea 3

And not any tea … no, I stock my shelves with Tetley Teas: regular black, decaf black, and my new favorite, black/green tea. I also keep Boston Mint-in-Tea on hand for those times when either my tummy wants the soothing of the mint or my spirit needs the comfort of the mint vapors (did that long before the fad of fragrant oils for health).

My cupboards … and storage areas … abound with mugs of all shapes, colors, and sizes. Some have sayings such as, “I NEED CHOCOLATE!” Others have cute characters from Winnie the Pooh® and Peanuts®. Many have animals, flowers, and birds. Some are handpainted by our daughters, including one Tea 5with a pinecone hanging on pine branches, compliments of our eldest daughter’s knowledge of my love and her animosity for pinecones. A ceramic travel-mug, paint by a different daughter with Christmas designs, I of course use year-round. And don’t let me get started on Christmas mugs; that’s another storage-shed’s worth!

As with coffee, tea brings memories of people, and yes, as with my post on coffee, I think of my grandmother, though she wasn’t a tea drinker. Those memories come from her love for china teacups. Her collection came to me when she joined Jesus, and I use them with care.

“What other people fill those memories?” you ask. Two of them probably had stock in the Tetley tea company … or should have had with the vast amounts of tea they guzzled throughout their lives. My dad drank two cups every day before he left for work. If at home, my mom made multiple pots for him, boiled dark and strong in our Corningware teapot, the one with the sweet blue cornflower on its bright white bowl. He took several teaspoons of sugar and a deluge of milk in it, enough so that the dark liquid turned a milky tan color. In fact, that’s how I learned to drink it and did so for years until I decided to cut the sugar back, then the milk, until now, my tea needs just a tad of milk, no sugar, please. And I only drink one cup that high in caffeine a day.Tea 4

Not so my aunt! Before she went to heaven, she had graduated from the normal-sized teapot to an extra-large tea-urn! It still had the required cornflower on its full belly and made a copious amount of tea. And where my dad boiled his until it turned dark, my aunt boiled hers until the cows came home … and went back out the next morning! Strong doesn’t begin to describe it. And get this! She refilled that pot at least three or four times a day! She loved that Tetley tea.

Oh yes, it had to be Tetley, the “tiny little tea leaf” tea. Strong enough to suit even the British (maybe?), though the company did come out with a British blend. However, speaking of the company, we—our daughters and I—have a bone to pick with them. Why did they stop dividing the rows of teabags in their boxes with the bookmarks?!

Tea 2“Bookmarks?” you wonder. Ah, yes, the white rectangular pieces of cardboard between the four rows of 25 teabags each, just perfect for making into bookmarks. Another memory of my aunt is the many letters arriving by mail into which she slid several of those bookmarks-read-to-be-made for our girls. Or the visits during which she’d pull out a rubber-banded stack of them (remember, she drank a LOT of tea). The girls would use stickers, markers, and other craft supplies to design the bookmarks. The photo shows two I still have stuck in with my Christmas book collection.

Today, the boxes contain no bookmarks, sad to say. Where are we to find them? Well, guess what? Today, I discovered one! No, not in my Tetley box, but in the boxed version of Boston Mint-in-Tea. Nestled between the bags … ah, what wonder, what joy! A bookmark just waiting to be decorated for … hmm, for me? For our daughter who loved making them for me? Or maybe for a young grandchild, just learning about chapterTea 1 books?

See what I mean? Tea makes me think of people. And I feel God would be pleased at that. He made tea leaves, tiny or otherwise, for our enjoyment. And He made the people in my life for me to love and enjoy … past, present, and future. May your tea-drinking years bring many times of refreshment and joy with the people you most love.


Speaking of those people and drinking tea, what stories do you have about tea? What brand did your family drink most? What flavors do you like in the wide array of them on the grocery store shelves and the cafés around the world? Share your stories with us!

9 thoughts on “Tell Me a Story about … Tea!

  1. Being a part of this crazy Tetley-loving family, one memory I won’t forget is each of us girls having to “train” our husbands to know that “regular” tea meant Tetley black tea and “decaf” meanh decaffeinated tetley black tea.

    And don’t try to fool us! We know the difference!

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  2. Hi Miss Cathy! It’s been a while since I’ve commented! But I had to share my funny story related to tea:
    So I am not a tea drinker. The taste has just never done it for me. That being said, one year at musical theatre camp at Allenberry, I lost my voice and spent a couple days on vocal rest. At lunch one day, our director brought me a cup of hot black tea because he said it would be good for my vocal chords. Well I had no idea how strong it was and nearly gagged on the first sip! Needless to say I was unable to finish the cup and if I recall, I believe he ended up drinking the rest LOL

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    • Andrea! How nice to hear from you! That’s a funny story for sure. LOL! I remember the time Sarah lost her voice during dress rehearsal at one of our drama troupe’s productions, It was terrible! And she had a main role, besides being the director! I’m sure if tea helped or not, but by performance time that evening, her voice came back. Thanks for sharing your story! Love you!


  3. Loved your post all about teas! Great write up as it brought back memories with pictures you posted of old teapots etc.
    Thanks for sharing, you are truly a gifted writer. My daughter Krista Krout started her own blog now on facebook too and us another gifted writer!
    God bless and keep up the wonderful work!
    Love, Lise’

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    • Hello, Lise! Glad the post brought memories. I still use that Corningware teapot in the one photo. And I use all the mugs. The teacup pictured is actually a newer one … to me. It’s similar in style to others I have, but the yellow roses make it so dainty. I’m glad Krista started a blog! I had no idea she was a writer. Would you please give me the url or title of her blog so I can look it up? Faith has her own blog now, too. Did you know she’s going to have a young adult novel published in September?!! I’m soooo excited for her! Thanks for sharing. Blessings!


  4. Hi! I think my mom and dad drank Salada tea at night with their supper. I too, like Tetley tea, but I’ve really come to enjoy spiced chai tea with a touch of vanilla and nutmeg if it comes without those spices. My husband asks me how many different kinds of tea do you need in our cupboards? Enough for friends varying tastes.
    I learned to drink tea in a tiny town in Canada, visiting a cousin of my mom’s when I was a teenager. When I added lots of milk and sugar to the first cup, they laughed with delight and told me that wasn’t really tea. I use less cream and less sugar now. What a delightful blog. Thanks for sharing.

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    • Thank you, Connie, for the compliment and for sharing your story. I also keep lots of other teas on hand for company. And I’ve come to enjoy the chai tea lattes our daughters introduced me to at Starbucks and Barnes and Noble. Mmm … so nice on a cold day! (I usually find myself at B&N at Christmastime!) If I have herbal teas, I don’t mind no milk, but with black tea and even my Boston mint, I want milk in it. Now, coffee … that ALWAYS needs milk or creamer! Hope you continue to visit the blog and share your stories. That’s why I’m doing this – to connect with others through stories. Blessings!

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