I come from a long line of strong, hard working women on both sides of my family.  My paternal Grandmother was a German from Russia, born in Odessa and came to America at the age of 9 months.  She lived on the plains of North Dakota and married at an early age.  All of her daughters were/are hard working, creative people.  I could go on and on, but this is about my Aunt Martha.  She's now over 80 years old and you would never know it.  She keeps busy by doing a lot of things and one of those things is making aprons for our shop.  She delights is buying fabric at garage sales and thrift stores, a gene passed on to me!  When I can find it I mail it to her and it comes back in the form of an apron.  I love her aprons because they are so reminiscent  of those worn by my relatives years ago.  She also makes mother/daughter sets.  Perfect for Grandmas too!  I had a woman special order a set of three for the holidays for her daughter and 2 granddaughters.  She recently came in the shop and reported back about their response.  She said the girls were so excited about them, they had to sleep in them!  That just tickled my Aunt Martha.

Here's a pink apron, part of a mother/daughter set.  $22

Below you will find a picture of the different colors we currently have.  Since she picks up the fabric resonably, her prices are reasonable too, just $13.00 ea.

The purple, green floral and gold all pictured together are vintage fabrics.

Included in each pocket is the poem below.

GRANDMA'S APRON

The principle use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath,
but along with that, it served as a holder 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 old 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 it 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 on the porch and waved her apron,
and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields for dinner.

It will be a long time before anyone invents something that will replace
that old-time apron that served so many purposes.

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LaVonne

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