The very best device kept from those days of yore, A tool so very useful for nearly every chore It’ s not the modern kitchen, utensils by the score, But the hearty steadfast apron, that every Grandma wore
“Grandma’s Apron”
When I would visit Grandma. I was always very blessed,
by the apron that she wore, and the love that she expressed.
Always she had two, one for baking and one for outside mess.
And when that bow was tied, then Grandma’s day would start.
Just a simple cloth it hung, but it was full of heart;
She used it for shooing flies away or fowl that stalked her legs.
Then it became a bountiful basket, for gathering the eggs,
And tiny just-hatched chickens, needing somewhere soft and warm Or a li’l orphaned lambkin, born on a frosty morn.
That apron carried kindling, to stoke the household fire,
And brought in a load of washing, or became a quick hairdryer.
To protect her hands, a hot pad, to lift up steaming pans,
and when anyone was overheated, she waved it as a fan.
If cold, she wrapped up babies, or even her own arms,
At dinner time, she’d flag it, to bring men in from the farm,
Dirty ears and tender tears, were always sweetly wiped,
and it became a hiding place, if little kids were shy.
Vegies any season, in the summer, spring and fall,
were brought to the kitchen table in that apron carry-all.
Any pie fruits she collected, were secure with apron pins
When peas were shelled, the hulls were tipped out to the hens.
Oh, how much that trusty apron, could dust all down the hall
If unexpected guests turned up, with a sudden friendly call.
One day Grandma went to glory, God called her to rest
‘Cause from her life of apron loving, so many had been blessed.
~Unknown~
When I would visit Grandma. I was always very blessed,
by the apron that she wore, and the love that she expressed.
Always she had two, one for baking and one for outside mess.
And when that bow was tied, then Grandma’s day would start.
Just a simple cloth it hung, but it was full of heart;
She used it for shooing flies away or fowl that stalked her legs.
Then it became a bountiful basket, for gathering the eggs,
And tiny just-hatched chickens, needing somewhere soft and warm Or a li’l orphaned lambkin, born on a frosty morn.
That apron carried kindling, to stoke the household fire,
And brought in a load of washing, or became a quick hairdryer.
To protect her hands, a hot pad, to lift up steaming pans,
and when anyone was overheated, she waved it as a fan.
If cold, she wrapped up babies, or even her own arms,
At dinner time, she’d flag it, to bring men in from the farm,
Dirty ears and tender tears, were always sweetly wiped,
and it became a hiding place, if little kids were shy.
Vegies any season, in the summer, spring and fall,
were brought to the kitchen table in that apron carry-all.
Any pie fruits she collected, were secure with apron pins
When peas were shelled, the hulls were tipped out to the hens.
Oh, how much that trusty apron, could dust all down the hall
If unexpected guests turned up, with a sudden friendly call.
One day Grandma went to glory, God called her to rest
‘Cause from her life of apron loving, so many had been blessed.
~Unknown~
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