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Grandma's Apron

This is the second time I have seen this black and white photo of “grandma at the sink.” This reminds me so much of my Grandma Katherine Heffron. It is how I saw her many times. She had the cotten dresses, bandage supported legs and the black “ugly” shoes as I called them. Everything that the writer says about the apron and what happened around it are memories I have of my grandmas Heffron and Grandma Thompson, on her Wisconsin farm.

Cottens are still my favorite fabrics. In the early 1950s when we visited my grandpa Thompson’s farm in Wisconsin, I used to play for hours on end in great grandma Thompson’s closet, with a fabric drape door. In there, she had squares and squares of cotten and other fabrics that I endleesly matched and hand sewed together for doll clothes. I just liked playing alone in her tiny bedroom and fabulous closet.

My guest blog today:

The History of ‘APRONS’

I don’t think our kids know what an apron is. The principle use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons 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 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 folk 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.


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
—Hawk Seeker of Truth—

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