MARGE ENGELMAN
Tea Time
My first cup of tea was sipped at my grandmother’s dinning room table, always served with sugar cookies. After a day at school, tea with Grandma Hellmann was a high lite of my day.
On the farm I often made play houses in the barn or corn crib. A small table was set with a tea pot and cup so I could pretend having tea in my play house.
The first week that I began college at Illinois Wesleyan in Bloomington, IL, I attended a tea at the home of a professor. As I drank tea, I met a fellow Freshman, Ken Engelman. Four years later we were married, a union that lasted for 70 years and begat two children, Ann and Barth.
Shortly after I moved to Capitol Lakes and realized that five women named Marge or Marjorie lived here, I retrieved my English china and served tea and crumpets in my new apartment to celebrate our common names.
Recently, whenever my daughter Ann and I get together, either at her home or mine, we settle in with a cup of tea. She always serves exotic teas, such as recent sachets of Paris tea, one of 275 varieties by Harney and Sons.
WHERE THERE IS TEA THERE IS HOPE.
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