Jewel Tea Man
Noel Laflin
Oct. 15, 2015
There sits
atop an old vanity in my bedroom a beautiful Autumn Leaf water pitcher and
matching bowl. They were my mother’s,
bought some fifty years ago through the Jewel Tea Company. The stamp on the bottom of each piece
confirms their authenticity. You can
find them and a dozen other Autumn Leaf cups, saucers, flour sifters, bowls, cookie
jars, tea sets, etc. in antique stores and on EBay. There are a jillion of them out there, but the
real ones were made exclusively for the Jewel Tea Company. Knockoffs
will not have the unique stamp on the bottom.
Mom had the real stuff of course and as a sentimental adult nowadays, I
am happy to see them still around my house.
Now, when I
was a kid I always looked forward to visits from our very own Jewel Tea man for
entirely different reasons. I could have
cared less for pitchers and bowls when I was seven.
And although
the guy who showed up every week or two at our home in his familiar brown
company truck was a neighbor who lived just one street over, when he crossed
our threshold with delivery basket in hand, I could have sworn it was Santa
himself coming through our door.
I recently asked
my sister if she remembered the name of this neighbor, as she usually has a
good memory for this sort of thing.
She said she
did not. And although she did remember
him coming to our house for years, she had always thought he was called the Joe
Tea Man back then.
The Jewel
Tea Company catalogue listed everything from those Autumn Leaf pieces to fresh
ground coffee, school supplies, clothing, small appliances, cleansers, and gift
cards - none of which was of any interest to me when I was a child of the 1950’s.
No, what
always caught my eye were the pictures and descriptions of the toys, chips, and
candy they had to offer. And as my
mother did not drive, I believe she was somewhat dependant on the Jewel Tea man
to report to Santa directly when it came to my Christmas and birthday wish
list.
It’s just a
shame that old catalogue didn’t list puppies.
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