The History of the Apron

A couple of weeks ago some girlfriends and I were on a family holiday in Mudgee, rural New South Wales.
In a lovely little shop called The Parcel Room pinned to the wall we all read and were touched by the following

The History of the Apron

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 autumn, 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 knew it was time to come in from the paddocks 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 don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron but love.

Source unknown.

Wear yours with love and share the joy of the Apron with your daughters & sons.

My two scallywags Baxter & Eliza have always worn their aprons whenever helping out in the kitchen.

I've certainly wiped my fair share of tears and chocolate stained faces with my aprons.

I hope they will continue the love of the apron when they move out of home and have their own families.

Cheers and thanks for stopping by,

Sarah