Tea, LU cookies, and the Winter Olympics

One of my warmest early childhood memories is watching the Winter Olympics accompanied by a cup of tea and LU imported biscuits. I can remember back to the 1956 and 1960 games when I was four and eight-years-old respectively. My parents would gather around the Zenith black and white television with friends on a Saturday or Sunday afternoon to watch downhill skiing and figure skating. I stood at the coffee table fascinated by the skiing and bored by the skating, but always eager to dip another petit-beurre in my cup of hot tea with milk and sugar. Laughter and conversation in four languages from the adults mingled with cow bells and the sportscaster's voice coming from the TV making a blanket of sound that covered the tea, the cookies, and me. No cozier spot could be found on a cold day in February.

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EE Green said…
What a nice memoir. I'm glad you have cherished memories from your childhood with Mommy & Daddy.
February 24, 2010 at 7:24 AM
Irving Douglas Estella said…
That admittedly is one of the best. Remember being surrounded by English, Spanish, Tagalog, Serbo-Croation, and Italian?
February 27, 2010 at 8:16 AM
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