Remembrances of my childhood...
During my childhood my mom used to sew dresses for the little girls and shirts for the little boys. If she wasn't making something new, she was probably repairing something damaged. The only thing I ever remember her sewing for herself, were her aprons. Mom always wore an apron. Nothing fancy, just one she made for herself on her old Singer sewing machine out of left over gingham or other scraps. Her apron had a prominent place in our home, the doorknob to her room. She said it was convenient there, the first thing she put on in the mornings as she left her room and she always removed it as she retired for the night.
grabbing her apron and puttin' it on...
She would scurry from her room in the mornings grabbing her apron and puttin' it on as she made a bee line for the kitchen to get the day and breakfast started. Using both hands she would open cabinets and the fridge gathering whatever she needed to start preparing for that day. If we didn't have the eggs already she would head out back and gather eggs from the hen house placing then gently in her apron. She would work methodically gathering, washing, filling, cracking the eggs and slicing the meat and bread. She might let me get the cereal out but she always poured it learning whether she needed to get replacements for next week at the market.
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you never found dishes in her sink...
After each meal we kids would help mom gather the dishes to wash. She never had a mechanical dishwasher. Sometimes one of us kids might volunteer to wash if we wanted something bad enough, but that was rarely. Mom did not believe in putting anything off till later, especially the dishes. She said it was a reflection on the lady of the house and you would never find dishes left in her sink. I remember before we got a hot water heater that she would heat the water to wash the dishes on the stove. Then, using her apron she would handle the hot pot and transfer the water to the sink.
she would carry a nice load of fresh apples from under the tree
With that old apron she carried eggs from the hen house, firewood, clothes to be hung out to dry, gathered clothes pins, carried corn, beets, potatoes and other vegetables from the garden to the table or even to carry a nice load of fresh apples from under the tree to the sink to be looked then quartered or peeled before cooking. She would pour dried beans in her lap and look each one making sure there were no little rocks in the bean pot to break a tooth on. During canning season, she always wiped each mason jar with that apron making sure it was sealed good before placing it on the shelf.
she always wiped off the cover of her old Bible
I know I've missed many more instances just to say that old apron was as common as shoes on your feet. Just suffice it to say, momma wore her apron proudly. It wasn't all frilly like those you might see in a mail order catalog, just a plain print pattern, but I always thought she sure looked pretty in it.
That old apron was used to wipe the blood from a dozen or two stubbed toes or cracks to the back of the head and more than once she had me blow my little nose in that old apron or she would carefully wiped back the tears from my sad eyes like after my new puppy died. Many times she wrapped that old apron over my shoulders to warm my bare arms because of a chilly night air. And she always used her apron to wipe the sweat from her brow or even to clean her glasses. Oh yes, one more time I remember her using that old apron, she always wiped the cover of her old Bible each day before she opened it for our daily devotions.
© 2010 SamSonS
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