grandma’s apron :: poem :: our happy thanksgiving

We had a lovely Thanksgiving in California. I hope you and your loved ones enjoyed the holiday as well. It’s really an important holiday. We have the tendency to gloss over it with Christmas on it’s heels. I’m thankful first and foremost for all the blessings from above that came our way this past year. Not just tangible things, but things we can take for granted such as health. Food on the table, a roof over our heads, medical insurance, and things of that nature are just a few of the many things I was thankful for this past year. I’m also thankful for my Savior who guides, comforts, and leads me day by day. I realize holidays can be bittersweet, especially if you are missing precious faces at your table. I hope you had a joyous day no matter what your circumstances may have been. Psalm 61

Philippians 4:19

“But my God shall supply all your need according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus.”

I was welcomed into my husband’s family 10 years ago. I earned this Thanksgiving apron after my first year helping in the kitchen with my in-law’s. It was made with love and care by my sweet mother in law. It’s very sentimental. While I may be making fun of myself in this photo for wearing an apron to the park, (you never know, maybe the neighbors would need me to come and help them cook something) it’s a very special apron to me. I stumbled on this poem about the history of aprons. I adore it and I love my turkey apron all the more now. I might however need to reconsider my choice of a plaid shirt. #clash

Grandma’s Apron

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 seconds.

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.

It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.

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 never caught anything from an apron…But Love. (Author Unknown)

I’ll leave you with a video collage of our Thanksgiving celebrations.

#blessed #thanksgiving 2014