|I never see an apron that I don't think of my grandmaw. She wore one from the time she got up, early in the morning, till she went to bed at night. Always, they were made from the 'good part' of worn out dresses. Don't believe I ever saw her with one made from new material. |
Wonder why none of us saved one of her old aprons as a keepsake? I'd pay a pretty penny for one of hers, now! She's been gone some 44 years, but I can see her, plain as yesterday.
When she got up in the morning, she'd dress, comb her hair, and then don the apron. It was almost like part of a uniform. If she knew company was coming, she'd not change clothing, but would change into her 'newest' apron.
All her dresses were hand sewn from print, as were the aprons. I doubt she ever wondered, 'Do cabbage roses go with sprigs of violets?' She just put it on and went about her business... Nor do I ever remember anyone saying, 'Look! Maw's apron clashes with her dress!'
You don't see women wearing aprons in the kitchen, anymore, and I'm not sure the little ones would understand the purpose of an apron. A pity. Seems aprons have gone the way of the mule drawn plow... There's still some around, scattered here and there, but they're mighty few and far between.
Submitted By: Jfb from TX on 2006-08-11