Hi!
At first, I thought:
- Nonono. Today I will miss the story. For some war reasons, I feel exhausted. And this time, I have only three new cups to publish.
But (I'm glad to have this magic but) these cups are great. I need to share them & say a proper goodbye to warcoffee cups stories. We will continue them on Twitter. We will be having coffee together. I like such moments.
@LeppalanMaria, Helsinki, Finland
Here's a picture of two very special tea cups in my kitchen. They are part of a set that used to belong to my paternal grandparents, who have sadly passed away. I've had so many cups of tea at my grandparents' house and their summer cottage. Always Earl Grey. Always accompanied by bread rolls my grandmother used to make. With cheese and cucumber. And so much love.
The cups are significant also because my grandparents exerienced war. They would know how you feel, they would be the first to condemn the craziness forced upon you. I drink my peace tea from these cups in their memory, and at the same time for your future.
Maria
@prettyvote, currently California, USA
This is the cup I am sharing with you. There’s a simple story behind it that started 20 years ago in a school room from a child whose last name was actually Valentino. I didn’t know it at the time, but it would be the beginning of a very complicated life. I was actually able to see the child once more at a different school years later and she was struggling with middle school life. Once again, I gave her encouragement as I had when we first met. I haven’t seen her since and yet I know our conversation profoundly impacted both our lives, not just in that moment, but for all moments when love - humanity- makes the difference.
Yvette
@jillmar23, Nova Scotia, Canada
My computer desk sits next to an East facing window in Lunenburg Nova Scotia a few kilometres from the Atlantic Ocean. In 2014 after I retiremed from teaching, I began researching for my first book, Return to Sable, a story of my ancestors who lived on Sable Island. Sable Island, known for seals, shipwrecks and wild horses.
That work sent me to Mullion, in Cornwall, England, a few miles from the coast and the Lizard wireless station. Little did I know then that many of the Marconi engineers who worked at that same Lizard wireless station would be stationed on Canada’s Sable Island off the coast of Nova Scotia and know many of my family, including my grandfather and great aunt.
While walking a cobblestoned street in Mullion, I spied this cup in a shop window. It spoke to me. Its cabana/beach chair images transported me to happy afternoons on a sunny day on warm white sand. Coffee in this cup is a joyous way to start the day and welcome news from you and Ukraine.
I was in Kyiv in the early 80s. I haven’t forgotten the beauty of the city.
Jill Martin
So that's all.
Thank you for sharing your cups with me.
Tomorrow I plan to walk with my friend (laptop). Of course, if we won't be attacked again. So it's a chance I might have another walk story for you.
Warm hugs,
Yara (or Yaroslava)