Grandma's Apron
 

by C. J .Heck

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 Gramma's gone, but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.

 It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen.

 Sometimes he looks at it and stares.

 When Gramma wore her apron
it was magical to see.

 The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.

 Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once
just as pretty as you please,
and it wiped my brother's cheek off
one time when he sneezed.

 It took cookies from the oven,
it rushed to wipe a tear,
got a grain of sand out of your eye,
made a lap for the stories we'd hear.

 It wiped spills up from the counter top
when she was baking pies,
a symbol of her love and care
and it showed, too, in her eyes.

 Sometimes I'm sad to look at it
when I see my Grampa stare.

 Gramma's gone, but not forgotten.
That's her apron hanging there.

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The Apron

 

The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a holder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was also great for drying grandchildren’s tears, and on occasion it was even used for cleaning out their dirty ears.

Around 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 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.

 

Contributed by Cousin Cherie Olson of Kent, Washington