Time for tea

Today, on the eve of Mothers' Day / Mothering Sunday, I bought this mug. It reminded me of the enamel mug I used to use at guide camp. Thinking of guide camp led me to think of mum, a lifelong guide, sea ranger and guider who died aged just 51, in 1979 when I was 25. Her father was a POW in Singapore for most of the 2nd world war, she and her mum coped thoroughout the war but I don't think either of her parents recovered. Mum was a strong lady.
Thinking of mum and her parents led me to think of my other grandmother, Dad's mum, a redoubtable lady, born in 1894 who served as a WAAC in the first world war. She met her husband, an Australian officer, in France and they married in France on January 1st 1919.
This picture covers thoughts of 3 generations of tea drinkers. The washstand was my grandmother's, the mug reminds me of mum, and I use both.
Three generations of mothers - an Allison, a Sowter, and an Andrews. All three of us being Andrews for part of our lives and all of us part of the same story, so all live on.