Because great grandma was an English lady, we all learned table manners.
It was encoded in the blood line, an invisable directive from the past.
No matter the tin cups we had for drinking. Poor did not excuse
bad table manners. …… So when my grandaughter questioned
all the flury around holding forks and cutting tiny pieces, I explained,
“You want to know how to eat properly when the queen invites you to tea.”
Fast forward some years, my grandaughter says:
“I was very mad at you when I found out there was no queen!”
Fast forward again: She will be grateful for the skill when
she finds out she is the queen! (Metaphorically speaking of course.)
