:Vickie on…Aprons

Ya know…I love this blog. Years ago, shortly after we got our first computer, learning how to surf the net (never mind dial-up speed!!!) I came upon a Cafe. Don’t remember what the Cafe was about – could been the Blues. I returned and returned trying to figure out how people connected there. Realizing what I probably wanted was a real cuppa joe, sitting at a table in a quaint cafe with friends, I gave up the cybercafe quest. Years later, connecting in our own little place called What’s New, I find myself back in a Cafe. This time the Cafe is full of friends. Real-time friends. Cyber friends. You guys have made friends here. Cyber friends have met in real-time. Awaiting me this morning, sent for sharing here’s :Vickie on…Aprons…

Last December, Kathy shared her apron and a couple publications on aprons.  When this came across in the mail today, I thought of her. 
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 easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material.  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 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.
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.
And, surprising enough, this was in my mail two days ago from my Tzu buddy in Oklahoma …


6 Comments on “:Vickie on…Aprons”

  1. Kathy says:

    Vickie, you have one special friend!! That apron is fantastic! Treasure it!

    Have you ever seen anyone wear a great looking apron while showing dogs in the ring?

  2. No, can’t say that I’ve ever seen a ring in the apron, Kathy!

  3. >>> No, can’t say that I’ve ever seen a ring in the apron, Kathy!

    Hmmmm … typing in the dark or one cocktail too many (pretty bad since I only had one) .. or both!

  4. Ginny says:

    What a great apron !! Growing up with my Grandmothers and my Mother always wearing an apron, I think you could say you weren’t a “kitchen fashionista” without having one on. To this day I still wear one, and a couple are still cherished from my Mother’s collection.

  5. kelly says:

    Wow, if I had an apron like the one sent to Vikie. Well maybe I would have more fun in the kitchen, ha!! My husband Rob wears he’s green apron and when it’s not in use, he has a special place he hangs it. Humm maybe I should wash it for him now that I’m thinking about it:)
    Your friend did an awesome job Vikie! I think the folded part with the paw print makes it really unique.

  6. kelly says:

    Opps sorry Vickie spelled your name wrong! I’ll blame it on the cocktail:)

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