‘What is it About Teapots? - The Comfort Factor’ by Peggy Ann Turner

I’ve been musing lately about why teapots are so comforting. Visually I love the fat round ones, like the quintessential Brown Betties. They are remind me of hugging my short round American Grandmother, Mima; as well as the short wide body of my Scottish Nana. It’s apparent as time goes by, who I inherited my body shape from! I miss my Mima so much. She was extraordinarily affectionate, gave me such freedom, and spoiled me rotten. Her presence was a wonderful break from my stern and strict British Mum. Nana didn’t like to cuddle nor did my Mum, unless it was a wee baby. Oops, I’m getting sidetracked, but this is relevant to my rambling today.

When I lovingly peruse my teapots of all shapes sizes and themes, I then ponder that rich amber liquid steeping away and offering strength and soothing thoughts. A strong hot cup of sweet tea after a hellish day can cure many ills.

Case in point, my Great Aunt Bella’s building was bombed in London during WW2. She dove under her kitchen table, and when the worse was over and she realized she was still alive, her next thought was of the young Mum with a tiny baby in a flat above hers. She dusted herself off and made her way up to the staircase, which was exposed to the elements after the bomb hit. Aunt Bella expected the worst, but she found the Mother and Baby dusty, but unscathed. Bella gathered them up and guided them down to her flat and put the kettle on. So what else could be more soothing at a time like that! Thank goodness the bloody Luftwaffe didn’t get the Teapot!

I always choose which teapot to use when a friend drops round. If they need moral support or a good laugh, the right Teapot can lend a happy note as well. My collection of Tea Cozies are also called into service. My vintage Humpty Dumpty cozy gets a great smile and yet another comment about my being a nutter!

Recently I received a couple of vintage Cottage teapots that I’d discovered on EBay when I was still in NZ. I’d forgotten about them completely. They are symbols of my dream home since childhood. Teapots have so many connotations other than utilitarian implements, especially for me anyway. My “Pots” provide so much joy and comfort visually, not to speak of their job as a daily cultural and ritual icon. I’m so thankful there will always be an England!