My sister sent this in an email and it brought back some wonderful memories of holidays at my grandparents home, when after the meal was eaten, we gals would don our aprons, clear the dishes, and begin the clean up. While “the men” repaired to the “sun room” for cigars and “men talk”, we gals would catch up on each other’s gossip amidst warm soapsuds, squeaky clean china, and damp dishtowels.
Those aprons have, for the most part, gone the way of the Farberware electric coffee percolator, and table-clamped meat grinders that prepped last Sunday’s roast into this week’s hash, and those wonderful Thanksgiving holidays surrounded by my beloved “memere” and “pepere”, aunts, uncles and cousins. Those aprons have reminded me of the cheerful chatter, the commotion, the camaraderie of days gone by.
My grandmother wore an apron, and it was always clean. When it became soiled, it went straight into the washer. Her aprons hung on a hook in the broom closet, always at the ready.
Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec? If we have to explain “Home Ec” you may delete this. My friend Marylou, who creates magic in the kitchen, says she’s still using them, and is ordering more.
I don’t think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required 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.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma’s aprons.
REMEMBER: 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…