By Frank
Tea was my sister's preferred beverage. I'm not sure why but for as long as I can remember evenings were always a time for tea. Water from a whistling tea kettle was poured into a cup with a teabag. The bag was then bobbed up and down in the water via the little string which was attached by a staple. When the brew was ready the bag was lifted and with the aid of a teaspoon the bag was squeezed to release its last drops of flavor. A spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk and the evening's drink was ready. I must say it was a ritual that I will never forget.
Tea was my sister's preferred beverage. I'm not sure why but for as long as I can remember evenings were always a time for tea. Water from a whistling tea kettle was poured into a cup with a teabag. The bag was then bobbed up and down in the water via the little string which was attached by a staple. When the brew was ready the bag was lifted and with the aid of a teaspoon the bag was squeezed to release its last drops of flavor. A spoonful of sugar and a splash of milk and the evening's drink was ready. I must say it was a ritual that I will never forget.
While my memories of this go back to our parent's house on Rossiter Avenue I learned to really enjoy tea time with Pat when we were older. During holidays or when there was a family party at her home in New Canaan, after all the guests left and the children were off to bed we would wind up in her kitchen having tea and talking about the family. Some of our best laughs came while sipping tea on those nights.
