It is day two of the 40-day meditation practice to which I’ve committed, Winter Feast for the Soul.
Today’s scripture was a quote from Psalm 46: 10,
The history of the cloth of the domestic goddess is fascinating. I received this anonymous prose in an email.
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, 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 n 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.
Send this to those who would know, and love, the story about Grandma’s aprons. Or it can be a good history lesson for those that have no idea how the apron played a part in our lives.
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 !!
Check out all the vintage aprons I have for sale on etsy.
What I love about selling my artwork on line is the connecting that happens. This is a traditional coiled basket but with a shard of beach glass attached. Today I’m sending this teeny ring holder coiled basket to South Korea. A woman there bought it to add to the nature table she is creating for her children. That makes me happy. To be part of someone’s earth altar. She’s American and has Norwegian roots. It reminds her of the tiny baskets her Norwegian grandmother wove from roots when she was a child.
I have been to Norway too! And I have woven baskets from roots. After reading her blog, I see that we have a lot in common, yet we found each other through cyberspace. And thanks to CanadaPost we will forever be connected in this real web of fibre art.
Read Sarah’s blog and see her amazing handwork.