Sunday, I sat as I always do furthest back in the church where there’s the least amount of light. The building is almost 100 years old, built in 1915 of heavy wood. My spot is a nook past the aging wood pews. The ceiling is low at that point to accomodate the choir loft above. The choir sings the Liturgy as the people join in with them.
I always sit back with the toddlers on folding chairs. There were few toddlers this Sunday. Fr. Evan’s son was quieter than usual playing with his small painted cars. One adorable 3 year old sitting next to me with his grandmother, caught my eye.
YaYa (Greek grandmother) was about 80 and still strong. She held her grandson through all the standing portions of the service, then gently protected his head when he tried to crawl through the wide back opening of the folding chair in front of them. He tilted his head, looked up and smiled with sweet, innocent love at his YaYa, ready to do whatever she asked him to do. Did she approve? They were lovely to watch as a Holy relationship of love.
People often remark that I have wonderful children. Generous and gifted adults, they give to others without reservation. They are a reflection of what has passed from one generation to the next.
My grandmother and grandfather took bags of groceries to families down on their luck. Grandpa had a bus depot in San Francisco in the 1940′s and 50′s. Grandma would hear of someone needing help. No fuss about it, tell Grandpa and he’d pick up and deliver groceries.
My mother and father adopted my dad’s twin neices when they were orphaned at age 12. There was always a plate at our table especially around the holidays for people without family. Dad worked 2 jobs because of my mother’s medical bills for most of the 40 years of their marriage. Mom was very ill, something he knew when he married her. There were live-in grandmother’s to care for, the twins, my brother and I.
When I lived in a small Sierra Foothill town, it seemed natural for my daughter to bring home teenage girls who’s parents had kicked them out of their homes. They could stay with us. If people need food and shelter and you have that to give, this is what you did. People commented at how nice I was but I always felt that this was the way all people should behave. I wasn’t behaving in any special way.
We became a household of 5 females during my daughter’s last few years of High School and the best of it was that all the girls graduated. They worked at finishing school because they knew that I had taken them in without being paid for it. I worked for them and in turn they worked at school for me.
Later in life my parents became very critically ill and I moved in to care for them. Both of my children would visit their grandparents to watch tv or play games with them. They weren’t asked to do this, they did it on their own. This wasn’t a chore for them, they loved their grandparents, knew them well and spent lots of time with them!
Forwarding to the present, my son has continued to care for others. He has worked feeding the homeless in San Francisco and Santa Cruz, and has helped care for me!
My daughter and son-in-law are 2013 Foster Parents of the Year for our County. They have 3 daughters and 4 adopted boys (1 more in process).
This is what is important. One generation fills the cup that overflows to the next.
We need each other!
I asked someone at church to name the places where old and young interact? The only place we could think of were religious institutions or within
the family (at holidays). If you don’t have either of those, where do you go?
I’ve found the tea community has been very open and kind to me as an older person and I’m thankful for this! I think this is part of universal tea culture (I’m hopeful!).
I talk to young people all the time which keeps me young! I come from the generation the started the technology revolution. I worked with the early computers, saw rock and roll greats when they were still young and have stories that make my young friends roll with laughter.
When we get over the age issue, we have fun!
Adopt a grandparent or older friend if you don’t have one. Not all young people are fun to be around and not all old people are fun either. Find your match!
Today, my newest grandson Hayden is being adopted into the family! He’s almost 3 and when I come over to the house he announces “Grandma’s home!”
Indeed! Welcome Home Beloved Hayden! You will become a person who cares for others because you are a part of this family!
Grandma will teach you, mom and dad will teach you. You will learn.
One reason I chose to review this blend is because like my new grandson Hayden, this is a playful tea.
I can’t say that I am ever in a serious mood when I drink Laoshan Genmaicha. Maybe you are, but not me!
I’m in the mood for sweet and salty, chocolate and caramel…cocoa puffs or cocoa rice popped something.
The idea of dropping a little maple nugget into my tea sounds good, hum.
This is why I think of playfulness and my Hayden on this adoption day.
Hayden is playful to the max! If you know who the movie character Medea is, then shrink that personality down to 3 year old and you have Hayden.
He is a charmer for sure! I finally get to legally post pictures of him (which I could not do before as a foster child).
Back to tea!
My feeling about this hasn’t changed from the first time I drank the silky brew. There’s a double hit of flavor…rice then chocolate cocoa finish.
My memory kicks in with Laoshan Black…oh yes! (But not)
The best way to prepare this tea is in a tumbler or gaiwan not a teapot. The tea ends up somehow weak any other way, in my opinion, when you add too much water.
Innovation and local sourcing of rice makes me love this tea even more.