I received this via email and couldn’t resist passing it along. It brings back memories of my own grandma. (Notice that a “Medium” is a size 14-16)

Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec? If we have to explain “Home Ec” you may delete this. I just don’t have the energy anymore. Read on.


The History of ‘APRONS’ I don’t think our kids know what an apron is.
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. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
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 wood 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 hulls.
In the autumn, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.

When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that ‘old-time apron’ that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma’s aprons.
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.

The Govt. would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don’t think I ever caught anything from an apron- but love…

Have a great day.

Lyn Horner resides in Fort Worth, Texas with her husband and a pair of very spoiled cats. Trained in the visual arts, Lyn worked as a fashion illustrator and art instructor before she took up writing. This hobby grew into a love of research and the crafting of passionate love stories based on that research. This blog is designed to spotlight Lyn's books and share the work of other creative people.

6 comments on “Grandma’s Apron

  1. My mom and both grandmothers wore aprons like your photo. I never wore one, though having stained a lot of my clothes while cooking, I wonder why I never did.


    • texasdruids

      Hi Kathy. I’ve stained plenty of clothes cooking, too. I think aprons are viewed as old fashioned. Kind of crazy. I mean, why ruin good clothes when we could avoid it so easily? Maybe it’s a sign of our throw-away society.


  2. Such a fun post, Lyn! I too, remember my Nana who was a beautiful seamstress making aprons for my mom and I. I still have a couple she made with rickrack (sp?) and cute pockets. I”ve kept them for sentimental value, don’t ever think to use them!


    • texasdruids

      Thanks, Cheri. I have one apron of my grandma’s. It’s made of a pretty print calico and trimmed with rickrack. That must have been a popular trim in our grandmothers’ era. I wouldn’t dream of using such a keepsake either. Too special for that! 🙂


  3. I’ve always preferred bibbed aprons and recently when I tried to find one, I had to settle for one worn for “grilling” in the backyard because apparently any kind of apron is hard to come by now.


    • texasdruids

      Toni, the only places I ever see aprons are the kind you mentioned, or in restaurants, and even there the servers don’t always wear an apron. Sort of sad to see such a traditional, useful garment disappear.


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