Sunday, November 27, 2016

Tea in the Library #73

“... they always had tea in the kitchen, much the nicest room in the house.”

Wooden Shoes at Christmas

The  wooden shoes were nearly black with age. My grandmother said they had belonged to her grandmother's mother, and  to the ancestor who lived on the barge that was poled along the coastal waterways and finally tied up near Swap Point on the Barnegat Bay.  I couldn't imagine a grown up with feet so small.   I had a pair of my own which were painted a bright yellow and I loved squelching up and down the muddy garden rows.

On Christmas eve the shoes would be placed on the front porch and filled with carrots for Santa's reindeer.

Time travels

The funny old silver spoon,  tea, and the can of evaporated milk.  They are instruments of time travel. They conjure my grandmother’s laughter, my mother in a rare moment of repose.