Another Great Bigelow Tea Constant Comment® Story!

As you might know, we ran a contest for the best Constant Comment Story.  Our winner is here but below is a runner up that we enjoyed as well!

If I think about this too much it makes me cry, because Constant Comment is the only tea my grandma ever used. I loved her so very much and I think of her every day – she is my inspiration. I grew up in Northbrook, Illinois and my grandparents were hard working people who did so much for their community. They singlehandedly started the Northbrook speed skating club, and my grandma dyed long johns red for the kids uniforms! My most special and loving memory of drinking this tea was after a speed skating race in the dead cold of a Chicago winter. I can still see it in my mind…when my sisters and I were done skating, we would be freezing cold – our toes and noses almost frost bit. We were so little, 6, 7 & 8 years old. We would skate our hearts out for my grandpa, and when we were done we got to race back to my grandma’s car and get warm. We couldn’t wait! My grandma would be waiting in there, snug and warm and tell us how proud she was of us. Then she would get out her red plaid thermos and pour us a cup of “her” tea. It was so sweet and so warm and went through us like a warm, wonderful blanket. Except this was a warm blanket of love from her, like her outstretched arms to keep us from shivering.

She was so amazing to us all, so gifted and so full of love and adventure and we all adored her so much so this special tea, Constant Comment, was her tea and hers alone. I knew the name – I remember recalling it many times and feeling so privileged to have had it. She made us feel so loved and so adored that surely, anything she did, was special. If Mrs. Bigelow hadn’t created that tea, I know my grandma could have. But the fact she loved it, was enough for me to become a fan for life. When I smell it and close my eyes over that cup of warm, orange aroma, it makes me feel like she is right here with me, wrapping her soft arms around me once again. (This is where my tears fall into the cup!)

As for that Northbrook Speed skating Club, my grandpa put that little town on the map when his team won Olympic medals in Sapporo in 1972. I know that her tea went along on that trip and many others! This tea, “her” tea, my grandma’s favorite tea, is now mine and will be always. I hope that someday my two boys will feel the same love that I do when they smell that aroma and that sweetness and know I am with them in every cup. This tea is like a big warm hug of love from someone very special. It is a little cup from heaven.

Heidi Prom