{"id":22302,"date":"2012-09-15T00:01:14","date_gmt":"2012-09-15T07:01:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/?p=22302"},"modified":"2012-09-15T00:01:14","modified_gmt":"2012-09-15T07:01:14","slug":"grandmas-apron","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/22302","title":{"rendered":"Grandma’s Apron"},"content":{"rendered":"

A couple of years ago, a poem\u00a0about aprons caught fire on the Internet. Here’s a newer version (well, new to me). I thought (or rather, I\u00a0knew) you’d enjoy reading it along with a collection of our apron photos.<\/p>\n

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Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec?<\/p>\n

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The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.<\/p>\n

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It was wonderful for drying children’s tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.<\/p>\n

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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.<\/p>\n

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When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.<\/p>\n

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And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.<\/p>\n

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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.<\/p>\n

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From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.<\/p>\n

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In the autumn, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.<\/p>\n

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When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.<\/p>\n

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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.<\/p>\n

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Grandma set her hot baked apple pies on the windowsill to cool. Her granddaughters sit theirs on the windowsill to thaw.<\/p>\n

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It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.<\/p>\n

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The CDC would go crazy these days trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.<\/p>\n

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I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron but love.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

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A couple of years ago, a poem\u00a0about aprons caught fire on the Internet. Here’s a newer version (well, new to me). I thought (or rather, I\u00a0knew) you’d enjoy reading it along with a collection of our apron photos. Remember making … Continue reading →<\/span><\/a> Continue reading →<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[64,363,383],"class_list":["post-22302","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-gladsome_sisters","tag-aprons","tag-gladsome-sisters","tag-grandmas-apron"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22302","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=22302"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/22302\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=22302"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=22302"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.raisingjane.org\/journal\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=22302"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}