Grandma's Apron

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was every day to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she'd found.
Or to hide a crying child's face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I'm sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

-by Tina Trivett-

I am so in love with aprons!
Above are my mom and grandma in their aprons.
Above that, the ones I keep hanging in the pantry.
I might not have any of my moms, but I do have some of Ellie's, my mother-in-law.
Others I picked up along our journey.
They have been tied up to fit our littles. from when they were one year old, to...well, forever!
Baking with the grand's, was best when one would be asked to be worn. "Sure, pick one!"
Rarely did they wear any of the kid's size ones, it had to be a big one that grandma wears.
They were also used to crack crab, crafts, and cookie decorating!
Forever in my heart, and they will always hang were they can grab one anytime.

Those were the days...