Two Happy Teacups
Turns One !!!
November 1st 2004 rings in
our one-year anniversary! Wow, itís been such a joyous year and
we so much thank you, our dear customers and friends for helping to
make it so!
We remember well that first day; we had
an Open House and were wondering if any one would show up. Our
stomachs were in knots! By the end of that day over 320 new
friends stopped by, we were so excited and relieved. As we
arrived at The Teacup the next day we were giddy, but we still
wondered if anyone would be joining us in the dining room for
breakfast or lunch. Well, you did join us, and now we are being
joined on a daily basis and we feel truly blessed.
Itís been a fun, fast year, full of hard
work, happy customers and the opportunity to meet so many wonderful
new people. We want to express a heart felt THANK YOU to everyone
who has visited and supported us this past year! It has been our
pleasure to have you join us for tea and become part of our dream
come true. We look forward to sharing many more wonderful times
Stop by, relax,
have some tea and a bite to eat and share a few laughs with us as we
remember this past year. Thank you!
A word about Tea
not only a refreshing, delicious beverage; it can also play a
fantastically flavorful role in cooking yummy food. Tea can be a
marinade, a tenderizer, an extra special ingredient. It will impart
a unique flavor for your dinner guests to savor while they wonder
why the rice tastes so special or the chicken is so tender. In
our kitchen, we feature our teas in some of our scrumptious scones,
soups and sandwiches. So, whatís an easy way to start? Try this;
when a recipe calls for water, brew some tea, let cool, and use that
instead of just plan water. Experiment, enjoy and have fun!
"My Cup of Tea"
Stories to warm the heart
Hero in My
Kathyís niece, is a senior at Gwynedd Mercy HS.)
A great shadow casts itself upon the avenue behind and before me.
Though it grows thin with each stride, its essence is manifested in
the gradual stimulation of my pace. The farther I fare, the fonder
my heart becomes. I attempt a turn for a glance at the
inspiration. My eyes trace the dominant shadow to the edge of its
form. There, standing tall and poised, on a pedestal above the
masses, her gentle face gleams lovingly. She sees herself in me and
I in her. Behold the victor of my ambition!
Even the greatest and most powerful of all mankind go through life
but one time. My mother is the exception. Confronting this
actuality, she plants her soul into the lives of each of her six
children, rejoicing with their accomplishment and aching in their
sorrow. The lines of her transparent expression are constantly
dancing to the beat of her childrenís moods. Upon being elected
class president, looking at and tracing her lines, I saw a
reflection of the same satisfaction I felt deep within my own heart.
after day, she rises well before the rest and has already packed our
lunches, put a load of wash on and had at least two cups of tea. Her
hands labor on well after sunset. I can recall stumbling down the
stairs for a late-night cup of water and finding my mother, still
awake, reading and trying to understand one of my fatherís business
reports or marveling at one of my sisterís drawings. Her duties are
endless and relaxation is a foreign term, for when she does settle
down, she is busy praying that all of us have peace in our lives.
my father away at work most days of the week, she tries so hard to
make everything perfect for us on her own. Constantly washing
clothes, cleaning rooms, making meals and carpooling to sports
events, the loneliness in her heart builds with each of his overtime
hours and protracted business deals. I still remember the first
time I saw my mother cry. I was young, and as she sat alone at the
kitchen table, a piece of my heart peeled away. She was human after
all, and in that instant, she was within my grasp. Yet, her
soft eyes never harden and her
sweet smile never sours. The pieces of her life are always in tact,
that I have one to cling to when mine falls apart.
When I was a child, it was as if my mother was placed high up on a
mountain. As I grew up, part of my adolescent goal was to climb up
and meet her. And yet now that I grow nearer, her hand is reaching
and urging me to go on. She points in the direction of the next
highest peak and wants something more for me. Perhaps the greatest
of people are those that force us to look into our hearts and to see
the greatness within ourselves.
Boston Tea Party
Drinking to independence
Boston Tea Party
Ö The phrase itself stirs memories of a long gone grade school
history lesson. I can clearly remember my teacher; a test;
something about taxes and the British; dressing up like Indians and
dumping some tea overboard. Itís part of our society, a simple
phrase, stitched into the tapestry of our collective childhood
citizenship. As a child, the image of the Boston Tea Party was the
stuff of legends. It was a party; they got to play with some food,
make a big mess, put on some costumes, pirate some boats and dump
tea into the harbor.
As I sailed
from that innocent harbor of childhood, I soon came upon the sandy
shoals of High School History class. Suddenly, the Boston Tea
Party wasnít such a party after all. It began to seem more like a
C, or maybe a B- on my next history exam, as I struggled to
understand the Seven Years War (1756-1763), Englandís looming
financial crisis and the levying of taxes on goods destined for the
colonies. Do you remember The Stamp Act, perhaps the Townshend
Act? How about The East India Company and the Tea Act of 1773? Me
neither, or perhaps barely at best. Yet, a battle cry from that
period still managed to sound its way into the anthem of adolescent
awakening ďNo taxation without representationĒ!
the comfort of High School, I set my sights on the deeper waters of
college. On the academic, and on the party front, the Boston Tea
Party faced a lot of competition. In lectures, it began to unfold
more like a cause; a fight against injustice, as I learned of tax
protests, organized boycott campaigns, embargos and tea smuggling.
I studied how other American cities joined in a united front,
burning or throwing into the sea English cargoes of
tea. The stakes grew as skirmishes escalated into battles and
battles into war, culminating in the United States winning our
independence. It goes without saying that tea was not responsible
for our countryís independence. Nevertheless, out of the seeds of
protest, planted at the Boston Tea Party, grew our independence.
In the spirit of that
event, The Talking Teacup will hold itís own tribute to the Boston
Tea Party. While we certainly will be dressing in appropriate
costumes, we wonít be pirating boats, dumping tea, studying The Tea
Act of 1773, boycotting, fighting or smuggling stuff. Rather, on
December 16th, the date of the Boston Tea Party, and in
the spirit of that event, we will be charging our customers NO sales
tax! Thatís a 6% savings on tea, treats and gifts and a nod to the
tax protest spirit of the Boston Tea Party. Not wanting to be
locked up and thrown into jail, the state will still get itís tax,
weíll be covering that cost. Visit The Talking Teacup on December
16th and celebrate our collective citizenship and the
shared spirit stirred up in Boston harbor back in 1773, which by the
way was 12 years after our farmhouse was built! Steeped in
history, warmed with friendship.