In 1967 my uncle was coming to visit. He had immigrated to USA as a young man. Now he, and his wife, were coming to see us, forty two years later. 42!!!
Me, my mum and my other uncle lived in the same house … there were two apartments, and they were going to stay at our place. My mum was all excited about this upcoming visit. Bear in mind that this was 1967. There was no Internet and phone calls back then were extremely expensive! There had not been much contact over all these years. USA felt much farther away than it does today.
My mum was a bit of a neat freak. The Big House Cleaning started long before their expected arrival. Every closet was emptied and washed down, windows were cleaned … the whole house was immaculate. Not only was she a neat freak, she also had a thing for glass ware and dishes … all kinds of designer glass art and stuff like that. So … in order to ‘impress’ them, or whatever the reason was … I wouldn’t know because I was only twelve … she bought a whole bunch of new coffee cups. Twelve of them, to be exact.
They were Royal Copenhagen and she made a very big deal about these cups. They were small! I mean, really small — like espresso cups — and extremely expensive. They were all put away in a special cupboard — awaiting the big visit from the States 🙂
Eventually they arrived, the cups came out … my uncle and his wife never made any comment about them but they had a lot of coffee. At one point during this stay, they took us out for supper in a restaurant. When we ordered, and the waitress asked what they wanted to drink with their food, they both said coffee. I heard my aunt asking the girl if they possibly could have their coffee in tea cups or mugs or something…
Not until then did it dawn on both my mum and I, that the coffee culture was somewhat different in North America. Well … not so much different nowadays, and not really then either — nobody drank coffee from such small cups in Sweden (mocha cups, they were called).
We often laughed about it afterwards, the cups were put back in the cupboard and never came out again, from what I can remember.
In 1979 my mum and I went to see my uncle and aunt, by then they were retired and living in Florida. We drank coffee from big mugs 🙂