|My dearest friend, Jeannette, and Tea Pots...|
|Setting a table is a welcome sign of love...|
Tea time is an exercise I wish I had started with my four sons at an early age, back when I could have fluttered their magic imaginations with smiles and kisses. I simply did not consider it for boys.
Fortunately, however, soon after we moved to Maui in 1992, God granted our two "kiddles in the middle" a friend whose Mom, Mrs. Thomas, sweetly scheduled time for tea in the mid of their play, mid afternoon. Well, not the kind in tea rooms, but nonetheless a break from the trampoline romp for a revitalization of spirits with water and treats. She called it "tea time". One of their happiest childhood memories will always be treasured in the company of a friend whose Mom called them in for tea. This is a priceless gift for you to share with others as well.
And so, soon thereafter, when the school our oldest son attended, asked parents to volunteer for their annual fund raiser or donate money towards its success, I offered a High Tea in our home. The mere idea surprised me. That was the beginning of the tea room dream: My Friend's Tea Room. I can assure you dreams evolve with careful planning, but the ground had been also tilled in my own upbringing and then seeded by the parent of a boy my sons called their best friend.
|My Mom's wood-burned table laden with sweets|
|With her dearest Marguerite...their treat for me|
|My dearest friend, Susan...on Oahu...|
...I was invited to tea on Oahu while visiting son#3, as he introduces himself...
Doesn't awareness have a whisper of divinity? It's as free as the air we breathe....
I chime with Chaim Potok who so tenderly said,"Come, let us have some tea and continue to talk about happy things"...