My grandmother almost always wore an apron. She put it on in the morning and kept it on throughout the day. Grandma worked very hard in her house, garden and kitchen. She cooked, canned, cleaned, did laundry, collected eggs, separated milk, sewed and tended to the needs of her six children and her husband. Her apron was a uniform of sorts for her job as a homemaker.
When my father and his five sisters were cleaning out my grandparents’ home, my aunts donned a selection of Grandma’s aprons and posed in them. On Thanksgiving weekend we celebrated the holiday and my Dad’s birthday in our home.
and visit with his grandchildren.
Like his mother whose apron was really a sign of her care and devotion to her family, on Thanksgiving Dad’s apron signalled much the same thing to all of us.
Other posts about my Dad and his mother…….