A tribute to mums and mothers of mums ...
Remember when your mum or grandmother wore an apron?
The principle use of the apron was to protect the clothes underneath because the apron was easier to wash.
But it was also handy to wipe away children's tears or clean up dirty faces. Or dusting off furniture before company came, or grabbing hot pans from the oven. Just imagine all the possible germs on that apron! But I don't think anyone caught anything from the apron but love.
Here is the original Grandma's Apron poem penned 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.
Happy Mother's Day!!
