Not all of the many blogs I follow are about decor and budgets. A world traveler now settled in New Mexico, writes of her fascinating life at 1 Eclectic Writer. I’m reblogging her recent letter. I enjoyed it very much and hope you will find it interesting as well.
As always, don’t stress too much about things, just start something.
Later – Cheryl
Dear Much Appreciated Readers:
I have driven something over 600 miles between Wednesday morning and Saturday afternoon of this past week, reflecting a busy-ness that has left me no time to write. Please accept as this week’s post, a short essay I wrote last year and stored as a back-up piece, to be used in just this sort of situation.
A Memory of Tea
The first English tea I remember having was on the lawn of an elegant house in Victoria, British Columbia. My mother and I were on our zigzag way from Washington DC to join my father at his post as an economic officer at the U.S. embassy in Saigon, Vietnam. Back before anyone in the U.S had even heard of Vietnam. Just after that country’s successful fight for independence from France. I was twelve.
We children had just finished up a game of croquet. Tea included jam…
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