Diary of a Teapot Collector » 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.

Happy New Year Teapotty Folks,

I’ve now passed the first month anniversary of living in England. I am ensconced in Faversham, and what a lovely wee village. It’s like living in a Dickens’s novel walking by Edwardian architecture everyday. It ranges from the lovely heavy beamed stucco buildings to gorgeous cobble stone cottages. Sorry if I am repeating myself but it is charming.

I’ve been prowling every charity shop in town for teapots. Which has motivated me to analyze and muse about why some pots sit for months on the shelves. Many are badly damaged, just plain ugly or made of that dreadful white paste stuff that chips when you just look at it. It’s so sad to see these lonely pots gathering dust.

Happy Christmas!

Well the Yank has landed in Great Britain. I arrived on Dec. 4th after 20 hours in the air. Speaking of ‘Yanks’, this term for Americans, especially as a Southern gal, always gets my attention. It always smacks of the ‘Yankees’ from the Civil War! I know it was the slang for all GI’s during WW2.

I’m temporarily settled in Faversham, Kent after a stay with my elderly Aunt and Uncle in Birchington, Kent. The old saying about relatives and fish is correct. Love ‘em to bits, but can’t live with them. However, I have 25 teapots to retrieve from their shed that I bought on Ebay last April through June. I went a bit ‘teapotty’!

Hello Tea Pot Lovers! This is my first article for the Cardew website. I thought I’d introduce myself, and how my Tea Pot mania began.

I’m the daughter of a WW2 British War Bride. She hailed from London, but my Tennessee GI Daddy met Mom in Dorset. His unit was headed south. Momma was a Land Girl, and her hostel was invited to a dance that the GI’s Company was hosting. So there you are! I arrived in 1951.