Vintage Memories


There’s a Facebook post that pops up in my Facebook memories that I have shared over years, “History of Aprons”. It popped up again today, shared it again and intended to write about it. It reminds me of my grandmothers.

I virtually shot to the pantry to unearth my collection (of never worn) aprons to hang on the makeshift line we’d strung up for beach towels. As I snapped a few photos, memories emerged like old Polaroids.


My early childhood was spent in the company of women, 2 great and 1 grandmother. These phenomenal women would leave such a profound legacy of womanhood, great and grand motherhood, that I would strive and falter to reach such grace and whose shoes would be hard to fill.

I struggle to find a memory of any one of them without an apron on. My greats wore full aprons, my grand in a half apron. I see them in kitchens, wiped with floured hands or damp hands from a sink full of suds. I see the hems used to retrieve hot pans from ovens or held up like baskets, full of green tomatoes from the garden. Aprons in the backyard, pockets filled with clothespins that clipped billowing sheets full of sunshine.


I see myself in those aprons…hiding beneath them, tugging at their strings, my dirty face wiped, my tears and on summer days, lifting me from a soapy tub on the backporch and wrapped within their folds. Perhaps that’s why I collect them. They remind me of my grandmothers, my childhood, womanhood and home.

Grandma’s Apron


The strings were tied, it was freshly washed, and maybe even pressed.
For Grandma, it was everyday to choose one when she dressed.
The simple apron that it was, you would never think about;
the things she used it for, that made it look worn out.
She may have used it to hold some wildflowers that she’d found.
Or to hide a crying child’s face when a stranger came around.
Imagine all the little tears that were wiped with just that cloth.
Or it became a potholder to serve some chicken broth.
She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.
To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.
When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.
You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow.
She might have carried eggs in from the chicken coop outside.
Whatever chore she used it for, she did them all with pride.
When Grandma went to heaven, God said she now could rest.
I’m sure the apron that she chose, was her Sunday best.

-by Tina Trivett-


  1. Laura, what a heartfelt and informative post. It brought so many memories back to me. What a precious family you have; I just love the picture. Thank you for sharing this delightful and poignant post. ๐Ÿ’šโค๐Ÿค


    • Thank you so much! Love you are from Missouri! Are you still here? Love also, your blog name and your about me page. So much of it that I could’ve written myself! Lovely blog too, you are so well written, it’s a joy to read.
      Thank you so, for dropping in and brightening my day. ๐Ÿ’•

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      • Youโ€™re welcome, Laura! I love your writing and blog too. I thank you for your sweet words. Yes, Iโ€™m in Missouri (near Branson). Have a beautiful weekend full of light and love. ๐Ÿ’š๐Ÿ’• thank you for your support.


      • Thank you so much! Not sure the weather is going to allow for much this weekend but the rain is surely welcomed as we, here at Lake Ozark, are experiencing the lowest water levels, possibly ever! We were certainly blessed with a false spring this last week though so no complaints here. ๐Ÿ˜Š
        Have a great weekend and gather joy wherever you find it! Always with Love, Laura๐Ÿ’•

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      • Weโ€™re so close to one another! I feel like a reunion in our future. ๐Ÿ’šโค๏ธ๐Ÿ’• Table Rock levels are low too. But we should have good rain the next 3 days! Love, Karla


  2. One of the first things my grandmother taught me to sew on her treadle sewing machine was an apron. I remember cutting out the pattern carefully, sewing it together, and then putting the zigzag rick rack all around the edge with the stitching that had to go right down the middle.
    Great great memories you brought up to the surface. Thank you so much my friendโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ


  3. My aunts used to be that way. Thanks for sharing that. If those are real family pictures you are blessed indeed to have them. Cool post.


    • Thank you so much, Herb! Yes these are my aprons and photos of my 2 great grandmothers & my grandmother is the one wher she’s actually holding the infant me. I was truly bless hy these women who both seeded so much into my life and whose influence has lasted a lifetime. Fortunate too that I had my grandmother for so long. I was a grandmother myself before she passed and lucky to have a photograph of 5 generation of our women…my grandmother, my mother, myself, my daughter & my granddaughter.

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  4. I’m so with you here. The amazing versatility of the apron as well as to protect our clothes while cooking etc. I just keep forgetting to put it on and remember after I’m covered in flour or such.
    I recently made and painted an apron for a friend who is running a BnB. Such fun.


  5. What a wonderful post! I love aprons foe the same reason you do! They remind me of a different, simpler time. I know that women are supposed to be all “female rights rah rah, down with domesticity” but, what’s wrong with it? โ˜บ๏ธ๐Ÿ’–

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