As a child, I remember both of my Grandmothers wearing aprons almost all the time. Whether they were cooking or doing chores, their aprons were tied around their waist. I thought aprons were just another part of a lady’s wardrobe. Little did I know at the time just how useful these garments were to the housewife.
My Grandma Bea had a variety of aprons. I mostly remember her wearing the type of apron that tied around the waste. I can picture her stirring apple butter and wiping her hands and face with the apron. I’m sure her aprons were responsible for cleaning my hands and face at times too. Gathering eggs, carrying vegetables from the garden, and picking wildflowers were some of the duties my Grandma Bea’s apron fulfilled.
My Grandma Erna’s aprons were a different style. A style I lovingly refer to as “the church ladies” apron. More like a smock, these calico-print beauties usually slipped over the head and tied or snapped on both sides. Big pockets were across the front panel and a tissue or two could normally be found tucked away in one of those pockets. If you were looking to buy this type of apron, the church picnic “fancy stand” always had plenty of them for sale.
I have a special place in my heart for aprons. Maybe it’s because of the memories of my Grandmothers wearing them, or maybe it’s because I’m old-fashioned. Or perhaps it’s because I have found the true value in wearing an apron.
I wear an apron almost daily here on the farm. I gather the eggs, carry vegetables from the garden, collect edibles while foraging and have even carried a baby chick or two in my apron. Doing chores around the farm are made a bit easier with the help of my aprons. Of course, an apron is a must in the kitchen to protect your clothes, drying your hands and perhaps wiping sweat from your brow while canning the latest harvest.
Several years ago for Christmas my mother made me an apron and my nephews stitched “Aunt Debbie” across the front. Of course, this apron is a favorite of mine. Another apron I hold dear is yet again made by my mother and has “Grandma Bea’s” embroidered across the bib. The apron that gets the most wear is sort of a mix between both of my Grandmother’s styles. This apron slips over the head but only covers the front, it ties in back, and is made of a light blue calico print. When I’m wearing this apron I can’t help but feel nostalgic.
Wearing an apron somehow changes your mood. Instead of dreading the chores or cooking dinner, after strapping on my apron I almost look forward to the tasks.
Aprons haven’t changed much over the years as far as functionality. However, there are a lot more varieties to choose from. Buchheit has quite the selection of cute and whimsical aprons.
Aprons may not have changed much but my role sure has. I’m no longer that little girl that follows her Grandma around in the kitchen. Now I’m the apron-wearing Grandma with two little granddaughters at my feet. Maybe someday they too will share fond memories of their Grandma in her apron.
