Friday, February 15, 2008

Grandma's Apron



Don't you just love that photo? I doctor'd it up a bit w/ color, but it's just so sweet.

It reminds me of my own little Grandma years ago in her kitchen, woodburning stove/oven, a dry sink w/ pitcher & bowl & a metal washtub. The well was right outside the back door, right off the kitchen. She would ask me or my bro. to go draw water for her. It was such a wonderful memory.
One time I was outside playing w/ my brother as usual. Grandma was baking a cake from scratch. I went in the back door to get a drink and saw the HUGE old crockery bowl full of sweet batter. Started gobblin up big spoonfuls of it. By the time my bro. and I had snuck bites for a while, there was about half the amount of cake batter that she had started with...LOL. She told us that she KNEW we were going to do that and she made a double batch! I miss her. She's been gone a long time and it's kind of bittersweet to remember times like that.

Oh.. and she aways wore an apron! Always.


Here's a sweet little writing called
"Grandma's Apron"
author unknown.



The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a holder 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 old 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 it 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 on the porch and 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 anyone invents something that will replace that old-time apron that served so many purposes.


Hope you enjoyed our little walk down my memory lane. God Bless, Happy Friday, and have a terrific weekend.
Penny

5 comments:

Holly Tree Primitives said...

Great Blog Penny, I love it!

I have added you to my favorite blogs, I WILL be back!

~Michele

*Linda Pinda* said...

I just love that "grandma's apron", Penny! And yes... that old picture is WONDERFUL!!!

Oh, the memories......

Hugs... *Linda*

Daniv said...

thank you so much...I remember my little German grandmother, she always wore pretty aprons, and her kitchen always smelled heavenly...thanks

nancy huggins said...

Love your blog Penny,,,Can I put yours in my links? I printed the Apron poem and will hang it in my Pioneer room and hang one of my Grandmothers Aprons on the corner of the frame.
I enjoy reading your posts.
Nancy
Hugginshaven.com
Nothing smelled more lovin that cooking in my Grandmothers Oven :)

Penny @ Miss Pootsie's Primitives said...

Yes of course Nancy..please add my blog! Thanks! I'd love to see pics of what you gals might do w/ it. I think Linda*Pinda wanted to print it out too. Blessings!
Penny