We lost mum today. So close to our return to the UK, but at least Bear rang a few times and they laughed together. How can you sum up the love of this wonderful mother, grandmother and great-grandmother – start by adding our favourite picture of her and use a piece we sent to her a few Mothering Sundays ago.
Remember making an apron in Home Economics? Remember Home Ec? If we have to explain "Home Ec" something is wrong in our schools. (Notice that a "Medium" is a size 14 - 16)
I don't think our children know what an apron
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required less material.
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 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 pods.
In the autumn, the apron was used to
bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
How many times were you out in town, looked down – there was your apron.
When unexpected company
drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could
dust in a matter of seconds.
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.
How sad that nowadays the Government would go crazy trying to find out how many germs were on that apron.
We don't think we ever caught anything from mum’s apron - but love...
Mum, a Star in her Own Apron
With All Our Love Always
ALL IN ALL A REMARKABLE LADY
ALWAYS THE CHEERFUL MATRIARCH