An Apron...

Sarajevo, Bosnia
2.2.08
well it's nice and cool out...looks like rain as well :) I made chili the other night...and homemade girl scout cookies, the Samoras? They are pretty close...even with the substituted ingredients I must force myself to use here in Sarajevo. Tie gave me a huge hug and told me that he was really impressed with my cooking abilities and that I make really good food....I smiled and let that happiness bless my soul. I love how supportive he is....and I know he isn't being nice. Now I just am working hard on the tennis courts so I can impress him with my athletic skills when he comes to a practice....(uh. this I must really work on.).
Check your emails! TOday is Satira's -bday so happy birthday to you!
Doris, or Happy as I love to call her shared a story about the apron with me and thought I would pass it along to you....I have to say I think aprons are going to be my one item I will collect.....
This is heart-warming and nostalgic. I don't think our kids know what an apron is.The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, 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 fall, 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 knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinnerIt 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.

Have a great day!
Love, Nelle