Aprons that resonate with me the most were during Slavery.
Child birth. The big house. The fields.
Those aprons have many stories to tell.....
Just like my Mom and the Womenfolk before her and her and her.
I mostly remember Mom had her "everyday" ones or her "good" ones she used for Church Socials. Doily fancy ones for Company. She had one place for them in a special drawer only for aprons and clean fresh brand new kitchen towels.
This was taken in 1970. Mom was 47. She was dealing with a 2 year old, Me. This is The House that Built Me.
She looks tired this day. I'm sure I had some part of it. I don't know how she did it? Day in, day out. 24 hours a day, 7 Days a week. She was suppose to be all alone with Daddy enjoying being a empty nester, with visiting Grandchildren. Not raising one.
I had my eyes, nose, hands and face wiped with those Aprons. Ive seen them take out hot sweet potato pies from the oven. I've seen them in the Garden helping to hold the bounties of fresh vegetables. Squash, Peppers, Beans and Peas and such.
Then there is my Grandma Lillian Mary Johnson Sweigard!
Even Grandma Lil had a Apron. I'm so glad Mom saved this for me.
I noticed everything in the background. I cherish this photo. I was only 3 when Grandma Lillian died. So I have no memory. These few and rare photos I have of her are so precious to me.
|Grandma Lillian Mary Johnson Sweigard. July,1971.|
When I went in the Army I earned my own Apron.
|My Army Apron|
I have Mom's Aprons saved for Pudding for when she starts a family in the far future.
|Moms saved Apron for Pudding|
When Mom and Daddy passed away. We started in the kitchen. Going through the cabinets. I knew that drawer was filled with her most cherished items.
Aprons were just one.....
Those Aprons were a source of comfort to me. With smells of fresh baked something or just the smell of all that good comes from Mother Earth.
Just a NoTe To MyseLF.....