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Grandma's Apron ᥫ᭡
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, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used 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 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-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.
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
I can't say that I remember any of my grandmother's meals, she passed away when I was only seven years old, but this poem for some reason reminds me of her.
My mom always said that her mother was a very good cook, a simple county cook, she would say. Food was never an issue at their home, they may have lacked in other material things, but their mother always managed to put a good meal on the table.
My aunt remembered that their mother never had measuring spoons or cups, she would use a jar to cut out her biscuits and just a regular table spoon to measure. In most cases she would say, "oh, a pinch of this and a pinch of that" She used the same recipe for biscuits or cobblers. Returning home from school and smelling home baked bread fill the house was a cherished memory of her children.
Agnes was always know by her middle name Gertrude. She married our grandfather, Charles Leach in Arkansas in 1874. Charles had been her school teacher at one time, so he was about 10 years her senior. He passed away in 1940.
Nine children were born to Agnes and Charles. One child a little girl died at the age of 3 while the family was living in Erick, Oklahoma, she is buried there. All of their children were very well educated and went on to college. Many were school teachers. Education was very important in their family. Something their father demanded, even though the boys worked on the farm, too, he expect them to do their best in school.
During the marriage of my grandparents, the family moved from town to town, and state to state. This pattern continued for many years. They never really settled in one place more than a year. Because of this the children were very close, they were their own best friends. And our family has continued to be extremely close still. Our grandmother never complained at having to move and set up house all the years they moved. She was just that kind of person.
The family had moved to Fort Worth just before Charles passed away. They might have moved again because the family remember that he was talking of moving just before he passed away.
Once he passed though our grandmother never wanted to move again. Family members contributed and they built her a little small frame house on her daughter's property. It was in the Poly area of Fort Worth. My mom said her mother loved her little house and cherished the idea of having her own house and having all of her possession around her for the first time since her marriage.
She contract bone cancer in the late 1950's and passed from this. Her last days were spent at her son's home where the family members took turns caring for her until she passed.
She was a very Christian woman, and raised all of her children that way. She was a devoted Methodist all her life
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
Loved and missed by all
(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
************.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******************.'•.¸.•´……♥ ♥
Cemetery GPS -
32 43 39 32.727500
97 12 9 97.202500
'*.¸.*´
¸.•´ ¸.•*¨)¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´(¸.•(¸.•(¸¸.•¨¯'•.¸¸.♥ Love you
Grandma's Apron ᥫ᭡
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, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used 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 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-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.
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
I can't say that I remember any of my grandmother's meals, she passed away when I was only seven years old, but this poem for some reason reminds me of her.
My mom always said that her mother was a very good cook, a simple county cook, she would say. Food was never an issue at their home, they may have lacked in other material things, but their mother always managed to put a good meal on the table.
My aunt remembered that their mother never had measuring spoons or cups, she would use a jar to cut out her biscuits and just a regular table spoon to measure. In most cases she would say, "oh, a pinch of this and a pinch of that" She used the same recipe for biscuits or cobblers. Returning home from school and smelling home baked bread fill the house was a cherished memory of her children.
Agnes was always know by her middle name Gertrude. She married our grandfather, Charles Leach in Arkansas in 1874. Charles had been her school teacher at one time, so he was about 10 years her senior. He passed away in 1940.
Nine children were born to Agnes and Charles. One child a little girl died at the age of 3 while the family was living in Erick, Oklahoma, she is buried there. All of their children were very well educated and went on to college. Many were school teachers. Education was very important in their family. Something their father demanded, even though the boys worked on the farm, too, he expect them to do their best in school.
During the marriage of my grandparents, the family moved from town to town, and state to state. This pattern continued for many years. They never really settled in one place more than a year. Because of this the children were very close, they were their own best friends. And our family has continued to be extremely close still. Our grandmother never complained at having to move and set up house all the years they moved. She was just that kind of person.
The family had moved to Fort Worth just before Charles passed away. They might have moved again because the family remember that he was talking of moving just before he passed away.
Once he passed though our grandmother never wanted to move again. Family members contributed and they built her a little small frame house on her daughter's property. It was in the Poly area of Fort Worth. My mom said her mother loved her little house and cherished the idea of having her own house and having all of her possession around her for the first time since her marriage.
She contract bone cancer in the late 1950's and passed from this. Her last days were spent at her son's home where the family members took turns caring for her until she passed.
She was a very Christian woman, and raised all of her children that way. She was a devoted Methodist all her life
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
Loved and missed by all
(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
************.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******************.'•.¸.•´……♥ ♥
Cemetery GPS -
32 43 39 32.727500
97 12 9 97.202500
(¯'v´¯)
'*.¸.*´
¸.•´ ¸.•*¨)¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´(¸.•(¸.•(¸¸.•¨¯'•.¸¸.♥ Love you
Grandma's Apron ᥫ᭡
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, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used 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 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-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.
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
I can't say that I remember any of my grandmother's meals, she passed away when I was only seven years old, but this poem for some reason reminds me of her.
My mom always said that her mother was a very good cook, a simple county cook, she would say. Food was never an issue at their home, they may have lacked in other material things, but their mother always managed to put a good meal on the table.
My aunt remembered that their mother never had measuring spoons or cups, she would use a jar to cut out her biscuits and just a regular table spoon to measure. In most cases she would say, "oh, a pinch of this and a pinch of that" She used the same recipe for biscuits or cobblers. Returning home from school and smelling home baked bread fill the house was a cherished memory of her children.
Agnes was always know by her middle name Gertrude. She married our grandfather, Charles Leach in Arkansas in 1874. Charles had been her school teacher at one time, so he was about 10 years her senior. He passed away in 1940.
Nine children were born to Agnes and Charles. One child a little girl died at the age of 3 while the family was living in Erick, Oklahoma, she is buried there. All of their children were very well educated and went on to college. Many were school teachers. Education was very important in their family. Something their father demanded, even though the boys worked on the farm, too, he expect them to do their best in school.
During the marriage of my grandparents, the family moved from town to town, and state to state. This pattern continued for many years. They never really settled in one place more than a year. Because of this the children were very close, they were their own best friends. And our family has continued to be extremely close still. Our grandmother never complained at having to move and set up house all the years they moved. She was just that kind of person.
The family had moved to Fort Worth just before Charles passed away. They might have moved again because the family remember that he was talking of moving just before he passed away.
Once he passed though our grandmother never wanted to move again. Family members contributed and they built her a little small frame house on her daughter's property. It was in the Poly area of Fort Worth. My mom said her mother loved her little house and cherished the idea of having her own house and having all of her possession around her for the first time since her marriage.
She contract bone cancer in the late 1950's and passed from this. Her last days were spent at her son's home where the family members took turns caring for her until she passed.
She was a very Christian woman, and raised all of her children that way. She was a devoted Methodist all her life
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
Loved and missed by all
(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
************.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******************.'•.¸.•´……♥ ♥
Cemetery GPS -
32 43 39 32.727500
97 12 9 97.202500
'*.¸.*´
¸.•´ ¸.•*¨)¸.•*¨)
(¸.•´(¸.•(¸.•(¸¸.•¨¯'•.¸¸.♥ Love you
Grandma's Apron ᥫ᭡
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, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used 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 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-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.
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
I can't say that I remember any of my grandmother's meals, she passed away when I was only seven years old, but this poem for some reason reminds me of her.
My mom always said that her mother was a very good cook, a simple county cook, she would say. Food was never an issue at their home, they may have lacked in other material things, but their mother always managed to put a good meal on the table.
My aunt remembered that their mother never had measuring spoons or cups, she would use a jar to cut out her biscuits and just a regular table spoon to measure. In most cases she would say, "oh, a pinch of this and a pinch of that" She used the same recipe for biscuits or cobblers. Returning home from school and smelling home baked bread fill the house was a cherished memory of her children.
Agnes was always know by her middle name Gertrude. She married our grandfather, Charles Leach in Arkansas in 1874. Charles had been her school teacher at one time, so he was about 10 years her senior. He passed away in 1940.
Nine children were born to Agnes and Charles. One child a little girl died at the age of 3 while the family was living in Erick, Oklahoma, she is buried there. All of their children were very well educated and went on to college. Many were school teachers. Education was very important in their family. Something their father demanded, even though the boys worked on the farm, too, he expect them to do their best in school.
During the marriage of my grandparents, the family moved from town to town, and state to state. This pattern continued for many years. They never really settled in one place more than a year. Because of this the children were very close, they were their own best friends. And our family has continued to be extremely close still. Our grandmother never complained at having to move and set up house all the years they moved. She was just that kind of person.
The family had moved to Fort Worth just before Charles passed away. They might have moved again because the family remember that he was talking of moving just before he passed away.
Once he passed though our grandmother never wanted to move again. Family members contributed and they built her a little small frame house on her daughter's property. It was in the Poly area of Fort Worth. My mom said her mother loved her little house and cherished the idea of having her own house and having all of her possession around her for the first time since her marriage.
She contract bone cancer in the late 1950's and passed from this. Her last days were spent at her son's home where the family members took turns caring for her until she passed.
She was a very Christian woman, and raised all of her children that way. She was a devoted Methodist all her life
ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡** ᥫ᭡**
Loved and missed by all
(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
************.'•.¸.•´(¯'♥´¯)..❤❤
******************.'•.¸.•´……♥ ♥
Cemetery GPS -
32 43 39 32.727500
97 12 9 97.202500
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