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AN UNEXPECTED TRIP TO CHINA

January 17, 2019 2 Comments

AN UNEXPECTED TRIP TO CHINA

Recently I was invited to have lunch with four women. All of us were born in different countries. That’s not that unusual, but it was an interesting idea for a gathering. The other thing we had in common was a passing acquaintance with our hostess. She was a tall woman whose charm made you feel at ease and glad you were invited.

After lunch, we walked to the apartment of one of the guests to see her collection of paintings by modern Chinese artists. As we looked at the canvases, she told us stories about the artists and explained a little about their art. We took it all in like willing students, eager to learn what she had to offer.

“Now,” she said, taking her leave, “I would like to show you something special and let you experience a little of my home in China.” 

Shortly, she emerged from behind a closed door, carrying a tray with a matching tea set that included a teapot and assorted cups. As she carefully placed it on the table in front of us, I was struck by the color. The color of the finish was unlike anything I had ever seen—a green that reminded me of the newness of foliage when it first breaks ground; strong and fresh, not yet hardened by the elements.

We could feel her excitement as she pointed to the gold image that adorned it. “It’s a sunburst” she clarified. “The tea set was made in a village near my home in China. The color of the lacquer and the design are rare. This is an exceptional example of their craft.”

Chinese Tea Leaves

As she poured the tea into the cups, my nostrils filled with the sweet, yet slightly acidic smell, reminiscent of a morning walk in a damp field. “My mother served the same tea to our guests when I was a young girl,” she said. “The smell brings me back to my childhood. Now I serve it because it helps me feel connected to my past and allows me to share my traditions with you.” She paused and then added, “I hope it will help you understand me better.” She bowed her head ever so slightly, seemingly embarrassed by her directness.

As we sipped the flavorful liquid, she continued explaining her traditions so vividly and viscerally that I found myself traveling to what I imagined her home must be like. For that moment, I was part of another world.

As we said our good-byes, I marveled at how she had kept a piece of her past with her, both for comfort and power. She had taken the time to share a little about what made her unique.

What about you?

I know when I invite guests to my home I make a point of entertaining as I would in France. I want my guests to feel like they are walking into a different culture. That is who I am and I want to share it and express it.

Do you share your heritage when you entertain? How?

Are there objects that remind you of your family history? What are they?

Let us know in the comments below. Merci





2 Responses

Ellie Hawkins
Ellie Hawkins

January 19, 2019

I was instantly drawn into this landscape of the senses. I could see the steam rising from the cups. You have such a gift for this. And the questions you pose! What do we hold? how do we find ways to reveal ourselves to others thru traditions and heritage? And what intimacy is woven when we do?
, “We Are the Ancestors!” We carry these genetic fragments that shape and inform even when we don’t share the DNA. I often wonder what my daughter will carry. She is Colombian by birth, her mother American, her father French, her step mother Japanese and her step father English. Culturally, Cross pollinated.

Karen Roberts
Karen Roberts

January 18, 2019

I love your stories! You are such an excellent writer! On holidays, I try to serve at least one of my Polish gradmother’s recipes. Whatever I serve evokes memories of our childhood for my brothers and me!

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