Grandma'a Apron

On Fridays this summer, I've been attending our "Titus 2" group at church. It is a mixture of women from our church and in the community both young and old. Some with babies and some with grown children and grandchildren of their own. It has been such a blessing to me. We've had a wonderful time of sharing, laughing, learning, crying and getting to know one another a little bit better. Each week a different person shares a brief devotional.

A few weeks ago, someone shared an essay based on poem titled "Grandma's Apron". Afterwards, we all took turns sharing about our own grandmothers and what we learned from them. It was so fun to think about something I hadn't thought about in so long. (I have to laugh because I know I have a few aprons, but I've never really worn them. Maybe I should start.)

Grandma's Apron

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, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they 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.

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 never caught anything from an apron…But Love. (Author Unknown)

Both of my grandmothers have passed away, but I do remember that they both wore aprons like the ones in the poem. My mom wore one too. One day soon when I have more time Kevin and I both need to write about our grandmothers on the blog so Fletcher and Luke will be able to read about them when they are older.