Most Beautiful Tea Set example essay topic

Kara Wheeler English 10001 Prof. King January 22, 2003 Tea For Two I remember my first tea party, I think I was seven years old. Most little girls that age have had tea parties with imaginary tea and their stuffed animals. I have fond memories of parties with my Grandmother. I used to spend a couple of weeks each summer with her.

On special occasions when no one else was around, we would have a private party. She would go to her fancy china cabinet and bring out her special tea set. It was the most beautiful tea set I had ever laid eyes on. The tea set was a bone white porcelain with a beautiful red and gold tinge to it. It had enough cups to serve six people, but they were never necessary; it was always just the two of us. As my Grandmother rinsed out the cups and pot, I would hurry to the patio and clean off the table.

After a few minutes of banging around in the kitchen, she would appear with a huge tray of hot tea and sweet delicious cookies. She would claim it was her very own secret recipe of chamomile tea, but I think the secret was a lot of sugar. I think that is the key to any little girl's heart. We would sit on the porch and talk and talk about the weeks that had passed since the last time we had seen each other. She would tell me about the tomatoes she planted that year, and I would tell her about my newest teacher and how yucky I thought boys were.

That time with my Grandmother was so special I could not compare it to anything else. As I got older, the time between visits with my Grandmother was stretching from weeks to months. I thought that I was unique because I had the only ticking Grandma, I had no idea that she had plastic valves in her heart and was very sick. The last thing I remember her saying to me Wheeler, Kara Page 2 was, even though she might not always be around, we can always have tea together. Boy was she wrong! After my Grandma passed away, she left me her special tea set.

I was twelve years old. I tried to have tea parties with my mother, but it was never the same. My mother had the best of intentions, but the conversations were never the same and the tea never quite tasted as good. Even though thirteen years have passed since I lost my Grandmother, her charisma and the tea parties we shared are still vivid in my memory. The tea set is now safely stowed away in bubble wrap and stored in the attic. I hope that one day my mother will get it out from storage and will share a wonderful bonding experience with my daughter, the same way my Grandmother did with me.

The tea set is a symbol of my life for a few reasons. One example is, in its prime it used to be on display, a thing of beauty that everyone admired, not unlike the way my Grandma would doll me up in pretty dresses and show me off to all of her friends. The tea set has since gotten old, dusty, and long forgotten. I am no longer that little girl in the pretty dresses. I have been put into a box with fingers crossed, in hopes that I do not become chipped and cracked. Not much has happened in my life since the time I graduated from high school to present, but I know there is something wonderful in that dusty, old box.

One day that box will be opened again and childhood memories and dust will come flooding out. It will unlock the special memories my Grandmother saved just for me, with new memories waiting to be made. The box may be tattered and torn on the outside, but inside it has the potential for greatness. One day the box will be opened, and one day, everyone will see what has been hiding inside for all these years..