Aunt Norie’s Sewing Room
Coffee in a tea cup, really an actual 8 oz. cup. Or the even smaller one, maybe (6 oz.), used at the fine ladies' tea parties. They never actually drank form them; they really did just sip.
We have many youngsters among us who actually don’t know what a saucer is. Now if you need or want to know just how fast time is flying, there is a good yardstick for you.
One little guy came to his grandma and said, “Grandma, Grandpa wants a saucer for his coffee,” then asked, ”Grandma, what is a saucer?”
Think that one over. Wow, it took me back, way back. My first thoughts went to those harvest crews’ farmers helping each other, and wives helping each other to feed that hungry crew. We girls poured that hot coffee into, yes, those tiny cups. Two or three good swallows and it was empty again. We just kept circling the tables. And yes, those cups all sat on that saucer.
Then there is that beautiful poem, about counting our blessings, that Father Mark from Sacred Heart Catholic Church wrote about: “I’m drinking from my saucer, because my cup has overflowed.”
My dad liked his coffee good and strong, and hot. If it was too hot, he poured a little in his saucer, blew on it to cool it down, then sipped it from the saucer.
Cafés, fine restaurants, truck stops — those thirsty drivers, after a long hard day of driving, he needed cup after cup.
Then came MUGS, real thirst quenchers. Yes, I’m sure there are many of our young ones who will never even see a saucer, to know what it was for.
Thanks, “Grannie,” for sharing that one. Yes, that was just too cute to pass up.
Remember to cut your thread on a slant. It goes quickly and easily through the needle’s eye. Also the end you grasp as you pull it from the spool goes more easily through the needle.
We’ll soon know if March “came in like a lamb, only to go out like a lion.”
Love and hugs now.
— Aunt Norie, P O Box 265, Tonganoxie, KS 66086; firstname.lastname@example.org.