Porcelain Stories

Tea is Ready

Tiny Pink Flowers
Tiny Pink Flowers

            My toes twitched as I tried hard not to slouch in the tall cushioned chair. Sitting at a table, set with a beautiful shiny white tablecloth that had tiny blue flowers sewn into it, I shook as I settled my twice washed hands politely beside my plate laid out with a chocolate torte and soft swirled butter cookies. We were to have coffee the same as the adults except my sister, brother and I had weak tea with lots of milk and sugar in our delicate tea cups which were white with garlands of tiny pink flowers. The adults sat in the front room and had their coffee from thin cups, smaller than our tea cups which looked hardly big enough for Vati to even hold it in his big hands. 

soft green eyes
soft green eyes

Such was a visit to the home of Tante Valle. Where Tante had come from and how we got to be at her big house was a puzzle to me, but it was fun to go there. I would watch her as she would serve coffee to Mutti and Vati. Tante would move, slow and graceful, like she was doing a very special dance. Tante had the warmest soft green eyes which always had a smile in them, like my Jennifer kitten at home. Tante’s perfect blue white hair looked like the Queen Mother’s in a picture I had seen on the School wall. Tante Valle never ever forgot to say a special hello to me and give me a gentle hug after which I could always smell lilacs.

Her home was an adventure around the world. The ceilings were so high I had to put my head right backwards to see the top and you wanted to do that as Tante had big glass chandeliers that sparkled like diamonds. While waiting for the tea to be served I would go into the living room where my feet would sink up to my ankles in her emerald sea foam rugs that had curious designs that swirled and sprayed like the ocean.

In a curio cabinet in the corner were small sculptures of pure white sea shells in the shape of elegantly leaping dolphins and swooping sea gulls. Above them were dark wooden face masks looking haughtily from the wall.

I moved quickly from those. Then, in a glance, I found my favorites. Tante Valle’s collection of miniature porcelain dolls. Tante said porcelain is what they would make fine dishes from so I wasn’t to pick them up but I could look. I had never seen anything so perfect.

I sat on the floor in front of them to peer into their small ivory white faces painted with bright eyes, sparkly cheeks and tiny red smiling mouths. They had silky shinny red, gold and white dresses with all kinds of tiny birds and flowers embroidered on them. Their perfect petite hands carried small silk purses and tiny umbrella’s.

When the sun shone through Tante’s lacey white curtains the dolls looked golden like angels. Their stories never ended before the time came to say goodbye and follow Tante into the dining room for tea.

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Pamela99 6 years ago from United States

What a special day. I love that first picture with the tea set. Very nice hub.

magdalene 6 years ago

I would have loved to have been a little girl in this picture, in this story! My kinda place, STILL is!!

Lord, thank YOU for putting these lovely words on Ulrike's heart for others to be blessed by.

Bless YOU dear Father, giver of life, love and beauty--and bless Ulrike today too!!

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

thank you, Pamela. It's the kind of day that makes me think of little girls in cute little frilly dresses and playing make-belief that they truly are the southern belles of their dreams.

Thanks for dropping in...and I'm glad you enjoyed the tea party.


Ulrike Grace

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you Magdalene...for your prayers and blessing...I am so glad you enjoyed the story...have yourself a great day...and have a lovely cup of tea today...

The blessings and grace of our Mighty God is prayed for you in all and every circumstance

Love UlrikeGrace

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thevoice 6 years ago from carthage ill

terrific amazing great perfect

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Storytellersrus 6 years ago from Stepping past clutter

Lovely and elegant writing. Thank you.

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thank you, thevoice and storytellersrus...it was one that I enjoyed the writing of...it puts in mind of a simpler, gentler time...even if its only in my imagination...

Blessings to you both


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parrster 6 years ago from Oz

You've succeeded in transporting me into that simple visit, I felt like an unseen guest. beautifully written.

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

Thanks heaps...parrster. And thanks for dropping in to read my simple story

Blessings to you.

rls4immanuel 6 years ago

I have to agree whole heartedly with parrster. Your writing seems to have a "transportation" aspect that is very effective in drawing us into the moment.

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

You and parrster are very kin, I am glad my words have had a good effect on both of you. We all need a time out for tea once in a while.

Blessings to you both

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lmmartin 6 years ago from Alberta and Florida

What a lovely story and I related to your situation entirely. When my father's youngest sister came to Canada from England, she brought with her similar customs and bone china tea service. She served tiny layered sandwiches cut into triangles and cookies the size of a quarter.Yes, it was nerve wracking indeed to a girl accustomed to galloping about the vast prairies on a horse and shoveling out barns. Thank your for reminding me of these warm memories. Lynda

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UlrikeGrace 6 years ago from Canada Author

I am so glad you enjoyed the story Lynda...those times are treasures we daren't forget. For our own joy and for the joy of those who get to enjoy them later in our stories. Thanks for dropping in and I look forward to getting to know you.



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