History of Aprons - and memories

This was one of the dreaded email forwards, from my cousin Sharon. It brought back a lot of childhood memories.

The History of "APRONS" 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 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 second. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and then 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 purposed. Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons. Remember: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.
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Think of all of the pieces of a quilt that were in the scrap basket after those aprons were cut out and sewn. I always loved the feel of my Mother's aprons, they were always so soft and comforting. Tears were dried with the corners of those aprons. Aprons smelled like your Mommy, home baked bread and fresh baked oatmeal raisin cookies; when does it get better than that! Those are what I would remember as the "good old days".