Coffee and Tea have had that amazing ability from the moment they were discovered and introduced to us in this country. Bringing us together, and at the same time reflecting the moods and circumstances of what is going on in the rest of our lives.
I remember in the 1940’s, emerging from a night huddled underneath the stairs as the bombing became intense. Sheltering underneath the stairs was supposed to give more protection. The “all clear” sounded, the long clear note from the siren. It was such a contrast to the wailing up and down note of the “warning” that meant we were in for it. My sister remembered our father saying “Mother, let’s make a pot of tea”. Although we didn’t know for how many more nights we would huddle under the stairs, we all felt so much better as we shared tea together.
In the 1950’s the young found an exciting freedom in the coffee bars. Challenging old ideas and taboos.
For so many, it would be their first experience of the delights of coffee. The proprietor, working the pumps of the gleaming chrome fronted espresso like a maestro conducting the orchestra. Excited customers listened to the latest top ten hits on the juke box, waiting to sip their cappuccino or discover the power of a single espresso.