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Aprons For My Mom

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Back in the days when I was growing up girls were usually taught sewing; we learned how to sew from our mothers and grandmothers, and later on in Home Economics classes in High School.  Our initial projects were typically quite simple, pillows, aprons and such. My mother wore a cover-up apron everyday as she worked in the kitchen preparing meals and cleaning up, and it was a matter of great pride when I acquired the skills to make her a pretty apron bound neatly in pink bias tape - her favorite color. When that apron wore out I made her another from the same pattern, and then another. I kept my mother in hand-sewn aprons for the remainder of her years.  How I wish she was still standing there in her kitchen wearing her apron while preparing our meals with love.

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I'm linking up with Ivy for Six Sentence Stories
The cue this week is "TAPE"

16 comments:

  1. What a wonderful story.

    Granny's apron pockets were always full. She wore the full aprons.

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    1. Thank you Gail! My most clear memories of my Mom are her standing in her kitchen, at the sink or the stove, always in a full apron. How I miss her Sunday dinners!

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  2. Such a sweet memory! Your mother must have been an amazing woman.

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    1. She took really good care of us, Mimi, a classic mom from that era!

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  3. My favorite aunt Amita always wore those... Its a really sweet memory of being in her home . she was either at the stove or in her rocker in the corner of the kitchen.

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    1. I agree, Ivy, I think of those aprons as their uniforms, it wasn't just a cover-up protecting their clothes, it was part of who they were and what they did.

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  4. These are lovely memories. I have to say, I remember Home Ec in HS. I was the sewer who was asked to narrate the little fashion show we had because, well, my sewings were not of "show" caliber. I laugh when I think about that. Since I retired from teaching, I have taken up a bit of straight sewing, pillow covers and what not, and even an apron or two. I picture the worn, warm fabrics so much a part of the experience of MOM.

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    1. I remember those Home Ec classes all too well, Val, lots of funny stories come to mind... and yes, the fashion show! My dress had a scalloped hem and ended up shorter than it should have been as I was trying to balance out those scallops! :-) We also recall the home ec teacher who wore one of the artificial long hair "falls" that was popular back then, and nearly caught it afire when she was teaching us cooking skills in the kitchen area!! :-)

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  5. the childhood memories of the details of life (such as clothing and aprons and the smell of perfume on the fairly rare occasion when my parents went out alone for an evening with other adults) stay with us sp very long, in part, I suspect due to amount of emotion bound to the memory. To have the added aspect of actively creating a element of one of these memories, such as sewing the aprons? …very special!

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    1. You are so right, Clark. I recall my Mother's favorite perfume clearly, along with the hand lotion she loved and lipstick color she wore. Those things were engraved in our memories and our admiration for the role models we hoped to grow up to be. Mom and Dad dressed for a night on the town on those rare occasions was very special!

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    1. Thank you Romi! It is funny the little things that conjure up memories of childhood and home.

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  7. What nostalgia there is in this as each of us has some simple story of association with parents, grandparents, aunties and uncles that brings back the memories of those beautiful time of growing up, learning and loving our our family.

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    1. So true, Old Egg, and I've found that it's often the simple things we remember best... baking with Mom, fishing with Dad, wrapping Christmas gifts with my sisters... the stuff that families are made of.

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    1. Thanks Kristi! It's funny the little things that come to mind, prompted by a simple word like "tape". Our minds and hearts are storerooms for our past, and trigger words are the keys, both good and bad.

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