One of my dearest friends posted this poem on her social media page and I knew immediately that I had to share it on my blog! As I began reading it, I realized that my heart was filling up with such gratitude for my own aprons. I have two. One was given to me by the very friend who shared this poem (the above picture is of her apron collection!) and the other was gifted as part of a cooking class that my husband and I participated in for my 50th birthday. I feel that I use them mainly to keep my clothes from being spattered with remanence of breakfast or dinner. But I bet if I take a closer look, I might see some deeper memories beautifully stained on those aprons.
I hope you enjoy this as much as I did…
The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath, 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 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 knew it was time to come in from the fields for dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that replaces that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many worth-while 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…except LOVE.
Author ~ Unknown