Grandma’s Aprons

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“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…”
click here to read the entire poem by Tina Trivett, “Grandma’s Apron”

There is a row of hooks behind the door in my grandmother’s walk-in pantry. Each hook holds a hanger upon which is carefully hung an apron. The pantry is in a newly remodeled section of the house, but the aprons speak of vintage kitchens in older homes of previous generations. Oh the stories they could tell!

Grandma Jessica in her kitchen

When I think of my maternal grandmother Jessica, I think of the advice the rector gave she and Papa when they went for counseling before their wedding (57 years ago!). He advised them that if Grandma had a bad day, she should turn her apron around backwards, so Papa would know when he walked in the door to be considerate, for her day had been hard. Obviously, the assumption was that Grandma would always be wearing an apron (and she is in the picture above).

in my great grandma Doris' apron

When I think of my maternal grandmother’s mother-in-law—my great grandmother Doris, I see a little adobe house and her little vintage kitchen—just a dim memory now—and the yellow apron I chose from among her things.

When I think of my paternal grandmother Mary, I think of how practical she always was—and how she always had aprons handy for hosting potlucks, for doing dishes, and for showing her grandkids the mysteries of cheese and butter.

Great Grandpa Herb and Great Grandma Alma

When I think of her mother—my great grandmother Alma (pictured above)—I think of her homemade bread and apple butter, the weathered feel of her cheeks, and the welcome I found at her house, where she always had on an apron.  This quote would have described her aptly:

“She was never seen without an apron on anyplace but church.”
In Grandma’s Attic by Arleta Richardson, page 29

My grandma Mary (pictured below in her nurse’s uniform complete with apron) recalls:

Each time I think of aprons, I remember the pastor’s statement at my mother’s memorial service:  “Alma was Christianity in an apron.”  That was so true.  My mother wore aprons most of her 81 years, and she lived a consistent Christian life.

Aprons protected from the many daily encounters with ongoing tasks.  They came in handy for gathering eggs in the henhouse if a bucket wasn’t handy.  A shy child sometimes hid behind a corner of the apron when a stranger was visiting.   Tears were easily dried on an apron, although most aprons had a pocket for a handkerchief.  If company stopped by unexpectedly, it was easy to slip on a clean apron and feel more presentable before answering the door.

Grandma Mary in her nurse's apronI wore aprons frequently during my teen years, because dresses were the appropriate attire a good portion of the time.  When I entered nurse’s training, my uniform consisted of a blue and white checked uniform dress covered by a full white crisply starched apron.  The dress could be worn on duty for two or three days, but the apron needed to be fresh, crisp, and spotless at all times.  In an emergency while on duty, a spot on the apron (blood or “other” things) could be covered with a piece of white tape until it was possible to get to my room and put on a clean apron.

After marriage I wore house dresses most of the time for several years.  When I went out to the garden, my apron was used for holding a few ripe tomatoes or perhaps some ripe peas or green beans.

A clean apron before mealtime was pretty standard, and then if some outside chores were on the agenda (like milking the cow), it was easy to slip on one that wasn’t fresh, then back into the clean apron to finish out the work day in the house.

At the end of a busy day, it was nice to hang up my apron and sit down with the family for a pleasant evening.

I liked a full apron, although “half aprons” were popular and more “dressy”.  When “cobbler’s aprons” became popular, that became a favorite for me.  A full apron went over the head, covered the entire front, and it tied in the back.  The cobbler’s apron usually ended slightly below the waistline, so the lap was exposed.

I still have some aprons, but seldom wear an apron unless working in the kitchen with something that might splatter, and then I usually slip on a cobbler’s apron.

There is a double hook on the pantry cupboard in our kitchen.  It’s overflowing with aprons and with memories.

As I pull a treasured apron off the hook, I remember the woman who wore it before me. I tighten my apron strings and try to do my housewifely work in such a way as would make my grandmas proud.

“People often say that clothes don’t make the man, but a few generations ago one particular item of clothing, the apron, certainly seemed to lend to the making of a woman. Mother hardly seemed the same without an apron tied over her dress.”
“Mother’s Apron Strings: Apron Lore and Directions for Making Four Patterns” by Patsy Watts and Vickie Massey

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  1. As a fan of vintage aprons, I am really loving this “series” of posts.
    I also had to laugh, because my great-grandmother on my paternal side was also named Alma! 馃檪

    1. Oh how fun! One of my dad’s cousins just shared a story about how her 11-year-old son, after Great Grandma Alma’s death, wanted to know which apron Great Grandma would be wearing for her funeral. Obviously, she wore them all the time.