It was late afternoon and Mother and
Alfred were sitting in the solarium looking out over the devastation in the
garden. Last week’s winter ice storm had
killed the roses and the blossoms hung limply from their stems; no longer white
and red, but faded yellow and dull pink.
But that was not what was bothering Mother.
She sat
there looking at the High Tea provided by Agnes Findlay, the Scottish
Housekeeper. Not that there was anything
wrong with the High Tea. What can be wrong about home-made scones, Devonshire Cream, and Black Currant Jelly? And there was certainly nothing wrong with
Whittard’s Ginger and Black Leaf Tea!
No, it wasn't that.
It was the
tea cup. Not that there was anything
wrong with the tea cup, after all who could fault a 1952 Queen Elizabeth II
Coronation Tea Cup with its marvellous orange gold bone china?
Mother was
holding the tea cup up and looking at the picture of the young queen on the
inside of the cup on the opposite side from where a right-handed person would
sip. “That, Alfred,” said Mother, “seems
somewhat disrespectful. Pouring tea in a cup right up to the Queen’s crown is just a little
odd.”
A funny
look crossed Alfred’s face. He was never
very good at keeping Christmas gifts secret, no matter how hard he tried, not
that Mother was very good at that either.
Alfred heaved a sigh, and said, “Well, Mother, I have a Christmas gift
for you that I have had tucked away since November.” With that he scurried off and came back a
moment later with a large box wrapped with Lady Rose paper and presented it to
Mother.
“Oh,
Alfred,” said Mother, putting down the tea cup.
“What have you done?”
Alfred put the box down on the table
in front of Mother and she gingerly unwrapped the box. It was labelled, “Royal Collection. Queen’s
Jubilee Tea Set” and Alfred had actually had the forethought to remove the
price; which is a good thing.
Mother
slowly unpacked the box and loving laid out each item on the table. “Oh, Alfred,” she said, “how lovely, how very
lovely.”
“Well,
Merry Christmas, Mother!” said Alfred.
“I never could keep a secret very well!”
“Nor, could
I,” said Mother. Then Mother Picked up
the Diamond Jubilee tea cup and looked at it thoughtfully for a minute.
“Mother,”
said Alfred, “I wish we had elected Queen Elizabeth II for President. We would have had a lot less fractiousness in
this country.”
“You know
what I wish for? Alfred,” said Mother, “what I wish for, what I really need, is
a King for me, just like in that Christmas Card from Grace Whittington, ‘He is King of
Kings, and Lord of Lords.’”
“For unto us a
child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his
shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God,
The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.”[Isaiah 9:6].
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