Miss Lila Had a Dream

Part one………

I had just turned 60. I’d had “careers” that once I had soared to the top ranks, I was quickly bored. Time to go on to the next, but I secretly had a dream I thought would never come true!

Driving down Main Street in our quaint little town of Fairburn, Georgia I saw a beautiful 100-year-old Victorian house for rent. I slammed on the brakes and pulled into the driveway! The next thing I knew I was writing a check, and “Miss Lila’s Tea Room” was born.

Oh, dear! What had I just done? I was committed now! I needed to work hard to make my “dream” a reality. I’ve never shied away from hard work as I’ve worked since I was 12 years old! I had the place, now what? I needed tables, chairs, lots of teapots, tea cups and saucers, napkins, silverware, servers, and a Menu. Whew! Where to start? I guess I should tell my husband first, oh boy!

The next day I read in our little town newspaper of an antique store going out of business and that was my answer to a prayer. I knew the owner as I had spent many hours in her shop and my home was filled with her antiques. Several hundreds of dollars later I had most of what I needed to start.

Now I had to get the place decorated and rooms set up. And, oh yeah, hire some servers. They would have to be willing to dress the part. No tennis shoes, black skirts and white blouses only, and no gum! But most important a big smile and excitement over the process of learning “the art of serving tea”.

Opening Day

In my excitement, and moving fast and furiously, I fell and fractured my Patella, (knee cap) Surgery and crutches were on the Menu for me! But I wasn’t going to let that stop me and I didn’t! I opened my beautiful Tea Room with a broken leg and crutches! But I was on top of the world!

Opening day, we had to turn folks away, There remained a line at the door all day our first and second days.

More to come…

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