It was white with a dainty pink rose pattern on it and consisted of a teapot, cream and sugar bowl, small plates and cups and saucers.
Mother would help me by boiling the kettle and making mini cucumber sandwiches and cutting the crusts cut off.
These tea parties were small and spontaneous and a few dolls were usually invited as well as my much younger sister. Mother would sit down on the child's size table and chairs and we would enjoy a wee tea together sipping thimble full cups of tea.
I had forgotten these memories until we were cleaning out our basement and we came upon this charming tea set.
We completely forgot that we had this stored away.
This sweet porcelain set was from Mr. HB's grandmother.
It is in remarkably great shape and I wonder how many teas were served for it to have survived all these years.
It has been carefully washed and now has a place of honour on the bottom shelf of the china cabinet.
Tea has been such a major part of my life from toddlerhood to date.
I cannot imagine not sitting down and partaking in this luxurious brew.
What memories stand out from your childhood?
My thoughts go out to all of those who have lost a loved one
in the September 11th attack on The World Trade Center.
The 10th anniversary of this event today brings with it the memories of where we were on that fateful day
when we found out about this tragic event.
The eerie images that have graced the pages of the newspapers
and the TV documentaries
are a grim reminder of man's inhumanity to man.
We may not be able to help influence global change
but we can help in small ways by giving to our own community.
There are opportunities to make a difference at every turn.
I challenge you to make a difference
even the smallest kind gesture can brighten someone's day.