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More About Aprons
These verses were sent to me at different times from different folks,and I'm not sure of the authors.Sorry!
#1
For those of us OLD enough to remember the aprons that our Mothers and Grandmothers wore, this will bring back lots of memories. For those of you that AREN'T, just read and use your imagination!
Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Read below:
The History of 'APRONS'
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 also because 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 folks 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.
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HER UNIFORM
Each morning upon rising,
she dressed to face the day.
No robe or house dress adorned her.
She prepared to go her way.
But first an apron wrapped her,
made on the treadle Singer machine.
As if her task might soil her dress,
that the apron must keep so clean.
Some wear their apron part-time
or while doing a specific thing.
But Mother wore hers every day,
except on the day when the church bells ring.
After church was over,
and she returned to her home,
the first thing that happened
was to get a clean apron on.
Her aprons are now folded
away in some dark drawer.
The home place is quiet, too,
wondering what for it is in store.
The mother in the apron
is remembered each time we enter there,
where her apron made her special,
made us want to be close and near.
The apron that kept her dress so clean
also wiped away many a tear,
is remembered as a symbol
of how much she really cared.
She never worked for wages
or labored in a plant,
but her family was well-cared for
by this mother that Heaven sent
#3
From the garden,
it carried all sorts of vegetables.
After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the husks.
In autumn, 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 fold knew it was time to come in from the
paddocks 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.
Another neat site.
http://tipnut.com/free-apron-patterns-tutorials/
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