The Original Tea Party
One of the things I find completely charming here in the Ozarks where Our Little House is located, is the good old southern tea parties. One of the women holds these about twice a year. She’s not exactly a “neighbor,” she lives at least 10 miles away and I got lost trying to follow another woman to her house last week, but she does live within our fire station service area, so around here, she is technically a neighbor.
She is a transplant from Mississippi. Many of our neighbors aren’t really locals at all, but from Chicago (some call this area “Little Chicago”), but we do have some neighbors from Louisiana, Texas and Mississippi.
When my friend, Alicia, who is from none of the above, but originally from Peru, called me last winter and asked if I would like to go to a tea party, I was a little taken aback as I knew her politics didn’t match those of the political tea party movement.
