Writing Outside the Lines – Prompt 10
Did your grandmother or mother if you are of a certain age wear an apron every day? I love this picture because it reminds me of so many things of my childhood.
You are the writer and in charge of how you want to address this picture prompt. Perhaps you want to talk about aprons and their importance in the daily lives of people from your past. Maybe you have a memory in general this picture jogs. Or, you might write about what the lady in the picture is doing … what she did just before the picture was taken … what she will do next. Just a few ideas, but I am sure my wonderful Rebels you have many more ideas than I have suggestions.
Aprons have held a fascination in my life … always. My mother’s mother, my mother, and my father’s oldest sister all wore an apron every day. My mother also wore stockings held up with a girdle and heels every day. My grandmother and aunt wore cotton rolled hose held up with elastic garters just above the knee. These ladies were my role models growing up and true Southern Ladies with style and grace. All were products of the great depression and because of those hard times were thrifty and frugal. Aprons were not a fashion statement, but a necessity. Dresses were expensive, even those crafted with their loving hands from fabric bought with pennies saved…or from the many colorful feed sacks or flour sacks of their day. Regardless of how the dresses were made, they didn’t have many in their closet. Perhaps two or three house dresses, one nice dress to put on to go to town or receive visitors and one for Sunday. Their daily apron protected these treasured dresses from wear and tear, cooking stains, accidents of all types but usually of the child variety, a place to carry things what needed carrying and storing… things like handkerchiefs, collected eggs, fruit and veggies picked from the garden, a chick or baby animal that needed tending, and the occasional snack to be shared when a child’s afternoon nap was finished.
I never gave aprons much thought. They were what they were and came in many styles and varieties. My grandmother and aunt mostly wore an apron that covered the entire front of their dress, much like a pinafore that I wore for dress up over my plain church dress. On the other hand, my mother most often wore an apron that covered her dress from the waist to just above the hemline. Some were plain, some were fancy, and some were made of scraps from the dresses she sewed for the two of us.
I had a couple of aprons as a child. One was a twin to an apron of my moms, the other was a really cleaver apron she made for me to hold my crayons. It was made of the same heavy-duty blue and white striped ‘ticking’ cloth like the fabric she used to make my dads railroad engineer type work caps (yes, she made those and his drawers, too!) The genius in this crayon apron was it not only had pockets for all sorts of uses, but above them were individual slots that held a box of eight crayons perfectly in their own little crayon pocket. Perfect for my tiny hands to reach down and pull out the crayon I wanted to use and return it to the safety of the apron when finished. Crayons were a special treasure as well and even though they worked fine when broken, I grieved when that happened. My apron gave an extra layer of protection and a place to store my precious crayons when not being used. The picture below is similar to the crayon aprons my mom made me without the pockets below the row of crayons.
Throughout my childhood, I had several crayon aprons. When I started first grade, mom made me a brand new one just for school crayons. I must say I was the envy of all the little girls in my class!
I did not continue the tradition of wearing an apron that my mother and grandmother taught me, expect during my 13 years as a Home Economics teacher. During that time I wore wonderful aprons that covered me completely … student messes and accidents can be worse than any child’s accident when it comes to being in the kitchen. I loved those aprons. They reminded me a bit of a hospital gown in construction because they slipped over my clothes from the front with three-quarter sleeves, two huge pockets and ties in the back at neck and waist. Completely protected from neck to knees from spills and other kitchen oopses.
I have a beautiful collection of fancy antique aprons that are displayed in my kitchen on a rotating basis … I will never wear them and neither will anyone else. They are too pretty and too delicate to ever be used for anything but accenting my 100 (plus) year old Craftsman Kitchen.
© 2015 Annie Original Poetry
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As Ever, Annie