Going to Gramma’s house was always fun. One of the things I loved was looking at her china cabinet and all of the pretty plates, statues and teapots that it held. Each particular treasure had its own story. I can’t explain why, but for some reason I was always inexplicably drawn towards the teapots, especially this teapot. I never grew tired of hearing about the story of my Great-Great-Grandmother Alice Doggert. This fun-loving school teacher migrated from Ireland in 1912 to “teach the heathens”. She set sail only a few weeks after the Titanic sank, suffering the long and arduous voyage over the Atlantic Ocean. When my Gramma traveled to Halifax on a cruise last autumn, she found Alice Doggert’s name written in a book of arriving immigrants as having docked at pier 21. As a little girl I found it hard to believe that something that was so old could still exist today. I remember running my fingers over the Wedgwood pottery, cracked with time and wear. The past is not altogether gone. It has managed to survive in little pockets of memory. I promise I will not forget all the stories I was told. It only takes one person to lose what has been built up for generations. I promise I will not be the one.
"Gramma's Tea Pot," by Esther Grebe, Secondary 4, Maniwaki Woodland High School (1st Prize, 2013 QAHN Heritage Photo Contest)