Saturday, February 20, 2016

Love what matters

"I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was alsobecause it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.

It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love... "
~author unknown

8 comments:

Anonymous said...


Beautiful post.
And don't forget grandpa's denim shop apron.
Terry
Fla.

Kim Harrison said...

I had many many aprons over the years. All that was described is what I did with mine. Mine were never as frilly as my grandmothers though. She lived in town where I had a farm so mine were sturdy

drjim said...

Heartwarming, Angel!

Anonymous said...

simply beautiful.....

vaquero viejo

Anonymous said...

Oh man!!! Does that ever look like my grandma!! She was always in an apron and sensible shoes. Ha, I always got a pair of blue jeans and a plastic piggy bank from her for my birthday.
Steve

Granny said...

Thank you for reminding me about my wonderful Grandma. The apron did so many jobs, as did she. Now that I am an official granny, I wonder what she would think of me.

pdwalker said...

Beautiful, and true.

Lisa Lane said...

This is a beautiful post HWA...made me think of Granny, all over again.