The simple pleasures of home shine brighter
when the spirit of God intertwines our hearts
with His gentle Joy.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Tied To Apron Strings. . .

Dear Ones,
I have a special place in my heart for aprons. . . 



Seems I remember my Moma hurriedly coming in the house from working in her beauty shop. Tying her apron strings around her slender waist was the outward sign that she was about to prepare our evening meal. Just that sight alone invoked in me the comfort and warmth of her love.



My Moma owned and operated her own business when it wasn't the popular thing for a homemaker to do. Carmen's Beauty Shop was attached to the East side of our kitchen and dining room with it's own private entrance. As soon as her last customer of the day had paid and driven away. . .Moma would begin our evening meal. My job was to set the table, pour the drinks, and keep the dishes washed as she placed them in the sink.




Moma had Southern influence in her upbringing. She once told me, "Good Southern manners flowed through her veins." As soon as she dished up the last course of the meal. . .off came the apron. I don't ever remember seeing her wear her apron to the table.



When I married, my mother~in~law would place her apron around her middle tied high, and begin the task of preparing a noon meal for harvest hands. Many, are the memories I have of those labored hours my first Summer of marriage. No air conditioning. I don't remember a fan. . .only the hot breezes coming from the windows.




Mary would hum as she went about her tasks. She was, truly, her happiest when she was doing anything for her family. Having only sons, she wasn't always sure how to ask for my help. Kindness flowed from her being. I took the role of asking,"Would you like for me to peel the potatoes?" In time, she'd begin to tell me what was needed of me. Some of our happiest times were spent at the kitchen sink. She'd wash the dishes, I'd dry and put the dishes away. During those visits, I learned the history of her family. . .my new family!




I remember during our engagement asking my dear future husband, Ed, "Why does your mother always take a nap after she fixes a family meal?" That Summer, not only did I have the answer to my question. . .I took the guest room bed for my nap!




Oddly, the comfort factor from my Moma's apron wasn't felt in the same way as my mother~in~law's apron. Moma's was familiar, my mother~in~law's was unfamiliar. The warmth of their love was equally felt in both their presence!


Blue floral apron belonged to my Mother~in~law, Mary.
Green floral apron belonged to my Moma, Carmen.
The plaid apron belongs to me and is worn in the Spring!

I feel so privileged to have aprons from both my Moma and my mother ~in ~law! They hang together, side ~ by ~ side, in a place of honor on the lower level of our home. One of my aprons hangs with theirs. A pleasant reminder of days gone by and the love that we shared. One could say. . . I'm tied to apron strings!



Below is an e~mailing that I received from my daughter~in~law's Aunt Cheryl. A farm wife, mother, grandmother, and teacher.

The Apron
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 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. . .


On Crooked Creek will be joining our hostess, Tam @The Gypsys Corner for Three or More Tuesday. You can visit with all the participants at http://www.thegypsyscorner.com/ .



Also, linking with Marty @ A Stroll Thru Life for Table Top Tuesday. Be sure to visit these lovely vignettes for ideas in your own home decor.

Until next time. . .
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