The Lost Culture of the Apron

I wanted to share this absolutely gorgeous and nostalgic poem with everyone.  Lately, I have been completely entranced by the seemingly lost days of what we know as the apron.  The lifestyle and attitude surrounding that simple piece of cloth is of such interest to me.  A wonderful book to enjoy on a cozy winter's day is The Apron Book by EllynAnne Geisel.  Over Thanksgiving, my grandmother and other girls of the family will be making memories together by having an apron-making party.  We are very excited to be creating our very own version of this symbol of Titus 2 womanhood.  Our culture seems to have lost the pride of the Christian woman as Keeper of the Home.  I believe the apron is beautifully illustrated as such in this poem.
So, grab a cup of cocoa and cozy up to the words of Tina Trivett. :-)

Grandma’s Apron
by Tina Trivett

The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed. The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found.
Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

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