Tea Parties, Children’s Books and Mythology

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Last Friday, The Girls and I gave a tea party.

In fact, in French it is more properly called un goûter (a snack you give children when they come back from school around five o’clock, or that adults eat either alone or together or as a party, also around five o’clock, with cake and coffee or other refreshment; tea is not the mandatory beverage). But for the sake of clarity, let us say we gave a tea party.

Friday is the day of important shopping for the week to come. The Shopping Lady comes for two hours and takes The Girls, with my shopping list. She comes again on Tuesday, but it is more for the sake of buying magazines, fresh baguettes, meat and fish, milk and the things that were either forgotten on  the previous Friday or are now missing.

But after the shopping, if my Shoppers hurry a little, there is still time left for other activities.

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Some time ago, there was quite a discussion about the merits of an almond cake that The Shopping-cum-Cleaning Lady in Training (remember the S-c-C-i-T?) had baked according to a new recipe, and its compatibility with tea from a great French House of Teas in Paris, which I was making them taste.

I have to say that the tea we find in French supermarkets and use to make tea is close to washing up water. It comes in teabags and is mostly flavoured – fortunately! Without being flavoured, it is… Better not attempt to qualify it. Well, France has never been a country for tea. It is a country for coffee, good strong coffee, rather Italian-like. Nevertheless, with the influx of British expats and tourists, most of our supermarkets in la Dordogne have part of an aisle dedicated to Anglo-Saxon products, among which at least two brands of tea. But they are of course much more expensive. So the French mostly stand staunchly by their washing-up water tea.

During winter, I brewed some British tea from the supermarket for The Shopping Lady to show her there was a difference and it was really worthwhile buying something more expensive when I requested a special brand of tea on my shopping list. She discovered I was right and she loved good tea. The next time, I tried loose leaf tea from this Paris House of Tea and she delighted in it. The week after was one of the first of the Lady in Training who joined the Shopping Lady in tasting another tea from the same House. And she discussed her almond cake.

This is how the Lady in Training decided there and then that she would bake another cake that we would eat all together after a shopping session. The Shopping Lady said she would provide les oeufs fermiers de sa cousine (the eggs from the farm belonging to her cousin), and I said I would provide another tea.

There were delays with colds, bronchitis, the Lady in Training’s schooling part of her training, holidays, and other impedimenta, but it was finally decided that the goûter/tea party would take place last Friday.

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While The Ladies and The Girls were out shopping, I set the table with care and felt like a kind of tea seller with my tea caddy and its various containers of loose leaves! But I don’t know who was happier from The Girls or The Ladies, to come back, let down the shopping bags, wash hands and sit down round the table. The Lady in Training had baked a perfect cake, golden brown and tasting delicately of almond; everybody chose the same tea; the tea cosy was something of a curiosity; but soon there was only the shushed clink of cutlery and china, the hushed noise of gentle chat, and the gurgle of the kettle to refill the teapot.

Of course, amidst this very civilised occasion, I could not but think with a smile and some nostalgia of the tea parties Mother had held in her time, or the tea parties of older days when I was a child and even before, as they were told to me. And I thought of the mad tea party in “Alice in Wonderland”.

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The latter was uppermost in my mind, as a friend and I talked at some length some time ago about our childhood books, about Alice and about a film (“Dreamchild”) he recommended to me.

I have always been frightened by “Alice in Wonderland”. I guess I was already too rational for fairy tales and nonsense tales. I was told Alice as a bedtime story and was scared by the very beginning: how could someone disappear in a hole in the earth and then change from being over-tall to over-tiny by drinking and eating? How could one chat with a caterpillar that was obviously  completely drugged and talked nonsense? How could babies turn into piglets? How could kings and queens be so dumb and frightening? What was this story where rabbits had fobs and animals were so extraordinary as to talk and make daft things? What about a cat that disappeared leaving behind it his large grin? And what about this mad tea party?

It was more than a nonsense tale for me (“Le Petit Prince” by Saint-Exupéry was enough of that); it was a nightmarish tale. Add to it my fear of my teddy bear and you will have the perfect image of the dreaded bedtime I lived every night. I guess the illustrations by Tenniel were another trigger for my terror.

It took me years to be reconciled with Alice. I read comments, exegesis, paratextes or metatextes about the books, and then – then only – I could go back to the text as to any text and rationalise it. I am aware that I must have lost much of its immediate poetry. My friend reminded me that it was a tale told on a sunny afternoon to children to amuse and not to frighten them. The film of which he gives me the link for a long trailer shows all this:

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And yet, when I look at the March Hare with his yellowing teeth, and the poor dormouse, or the Mock Turtle and the Gryphon, I still feel the hair on my neck bristling.

This led me to think about children’s book in Britain and France (my Anglo-Saxon friends all told me that “Alice” was a delightful book – well books, with “Through the Looking Glass”-and that they revelled in both and rather wanted to meet the characters), and British and French mythologies.

To talk of both would take too long for such a blog but it seems that there are less fairies and elves and “little people” in French tales and myths, unless it is in Brittany – but Brittany is a Celtic country. The French are more at ease with the solar Greek and Latin/Roman myths, their gods, goddesses and minor divinities. The Gallic roots (I mean the roots of the Gauls) have been slowly erased by the Roman civilisation, itself carrying Greek traditions. The invasions from the East and North (Vandals, Visigoths, Franks et al.) did nothing to rekindle the Celtic ground. Christianity had come over the Roman gods. By the end of the fifth century, the core of what would become the Realm of France was officially Christian with the christening of the Frank King Clovis. A breach of civilisation was irredeemably dug between France and Britain.

Meanwhile, oblivious of all these more or less idle considerations, our tea party was a very reasonable one, not mad at all but greatly enjoyed. “Alice” was in my sole and only mind. Thus we all said we would make another occasion soon: so many cakes to bake and so many brands of tea to taste!

Would we be on our way to seal the breach between “two nations” by way of tea parties?

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8 thoughts on “Tea Parties, Children’s Books and Mythology

  1. This is the most delightful post as anything tea-related (and especially cake-related) is my absolute favourite! The almond cake sounds divine – how I wish I could have joined you and your esteemed guests to enjoy the tea party. It is interesting to hear your views on Alice In Wonderland. When I was at school, my English Literature teacher berated me harshly when she found out I hadn’t read it at age 14 – and scolded me further when, after I had read it, I declared it not to be of interest. In the UK we are quite accustomed to goblins and strange little magical creatures – in fact, we practically insist on them!

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    1. Thank you very much, Lucy. You are most welcome, at least virtually to our next tea party. It was fun to have the two Shopping Ladies drinking tea and they were kind to have baked the cake. They are more than shopping and cleaning ladies really. I was read sories at bedtime and Alice truly frightened me. When I see the illustrations by Tenniel I understand the feeling. They are nothing like the very childish Disney ones. I began to understand Alice around 18: I still find it more for adults than children, whatever friends tell me. And, yes, goblins, elves, fairies seem to be definitely something common in Britain. The French are not so conversant with them unless they are “grown up” like Melusine, for instance. Otherwise, we thinkmore in terms of dryads, naiads, and minor Roman or Greek divinities. Something to delve into. Thank you for your comment and for reading my blog.

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  2. Tea parties are just lovely, and as a Scot I am a great tea-lover. Yes, let’s heal all the breaches between nations by having tea parties (and not of the Alice type).

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    1. I am going to have a tea party with my most precious and loved British friends next week. That will be more a visit with tea and more tea and more tea than a true tea party. We are more family than friends and free with each others. There are some small breaches sometimes between us – very fine cracks the width of of a hair… As to Scots, I always thought we, French and Scots, fared better than French with English. And shortbread…

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    1. Glad to see you and to have news from Greece! In fact, I glimpsed your comment the other day but it vanished from my reader. I don’t know why. There is always th possibility of having virtual tea parties once a week as I started to do earlier this year – tea, coffee, or whatever you like. The Girls are now fine. The Eldest One frightened me when she fainted the other day at the start of bronchitis. She is 56, turning 57 in July, and people with Down S have a lifespan of about sixty years. I take great care of her. I hope she will live longer than the average 60 years! But she is well now. I hear them listening to raio programmes in their respective bedroom, reading and talking to themselves. April showers here and thunderstorms but it is really spring. Leaves are growing by the day… Thank you for yoour comment and for reading my blog 🙂

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  3. Thank you for reading and taking time to comment, Ali. This is an uncommon French house where tea is important. But I lived long in Anglo-Saxon countries (among them Britain) and I learnt what good tea is. Alice scared me when I was a child and I could recapture the feeling while looking for Tenniel’s illustrations. I think I begun to understand the stories when I was 18, but I see it more as stories for adults than for children.

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