Grandma's Apron

One of my very special grandmas, with my daughter and her daughter, which was my grandma's great-great granddaughter. At this point of my grandma's life, she no longer wearing her aprons, but clearly I remember both of my grandma's wearing aprons whenever we went to their home to eat a meal. In my teenage years, I remember thinking that I would not wear an apron when people came to my house to eat. Well, fast forward many years, and here I am, not just wearing an apron myself, but actually having an apron giveaway. How interesting life tends to be. Of course, my grandma's would have been thrilled to have had an apron as beautiful as one of
my SIL's apron creations.

I found this poem in one of the magazines I read in the last year. It brought back so many memories for me, that I cut it out and set it on my desk. Since today is my apron giveaway day, I thought I would share it with you.

Grandma's Apron
"Sometimes when she was cooking and the stove was very hot,
She'd wrap the apron 'round her hand and peek into the pot.
When she baked sugar cookies--and she made them by the score--
The apron kept her hands from getting burnt against the door.
One time my baby kitten got run over in the street,
The corner of her apron wiped the tears from off my cheek.
When unexpected neighbors came (a clean house was a must),
The apron gave the tables a quick swipe to hide the dust.
The apron waved above her head to Grandpa on the farm
Meant, "Hurry home! The cows are in the corn!"
Oh, how I loved the pockets in the apron Grandma wore.
Sometimes she'd take me in her lap, and then I could explore.
There were buttons, marbles, a tiny car, a penny, a piece of string,
A tack, two nails, a picture book--I could find most anything!
But when I fell and hurt my knee, and Grandma held me close,
And wrapped me in her apron, that's when I loved it most."

~by Verna Byram


If you would like to be part of my apron giveaway this evening, all you need to do, is to make a comment on this post, or my last two apron posts. Your name will be entered into the drawing. This evening my husband will be drawing out a name from the old kitchen crock. I'd love to have you be a part of this event, even if you never thought about wanting an apron.