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Grandma's Apron....
*I don't think our kids or grandkids 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 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.
*Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool, now her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw after taking them from the freezer..
*Some people today 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 though........but love!!
My blog is a newbie, a mere four months old, and I have written a new post, almost daily.
Could be, because it was Winter months, one tends to "nest" and spend more time indoors. Or more to the truth, I enjoy writing about my own little interests, and having a place to document them. The fact that other people find them interesting, and leave lovely comments, is encouraging to say the least.
Lately, I have been working more. Once I return home, there is very little inspiration left in me to sit at the computer and write a positive posting.
Now that the weather has turned warm, I am faced with all the outside work, which needs attention, so my days take me into tackling the gardening chores.
You know how it goes....
I admire the people who consistently write new and interesting posts, everyday. Frankly, I don't know how you find the time.
I will continue to post, probably not everyday, but as often as my schedule will allow.
" Life happens ".........
Be assured, I will find the time to visit with you often. My new "blog " friends have become a valuable part of my world. Our daily chit -chats enable us to swap ideas, share advice, and even give opinions, when the need arises. It's a fulfilling and endearing manner in which to cultivate friendships.
In the meantime "Play Nice" ;)
In my imagination, this is where you'll find me.....
‘Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland, Rhymes from our childhood call images of it to mind.
The maid was in the garden, hanging out the clothes
When down came a blackbird and pecked off her nose.
She made such a commotion that little Jenny Wren
Came down into the garden and pegged it on again.
What's the time? - Half past nine
Hang your knickers on the line.
When they're dry, bring them in
And iron them with the rolling pin
Photo credits: Walter Crane, Wikipedia
Time for reading by Judy Gibson
Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.
Charles W. Eliot
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You know you've read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
Paul Sweeney
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Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled “This could change your life.”
Helen Exley
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