I wore this old apron yesterday while serving beans at the benefit we had in my dads honor. To most people they seen an old, stained, ratty apron that made me look like an old lady. To me and dad we seen a little hint of grandma at his benefit and when we reached the goal we were hoping to meet he said to me "it was grandma's apron huh?" Yes it sure was. She was watching all her friends and family come together when it was important, setting aside our pride & differences to come together for a common goal.
I wore that apron with pride yesterday and every time I put it on. (Though not often because I want to keep it as long as possible)
I have no idea when she got it and I have no idea when exactly I got it but was I given a box of her old fabric and such once and it was stuffed inside the box. I was already all in my thoughts of her and all she meant to me (the oldest granddaughter) when I came across this precious gem. It smelled old, like things tend to do after being stored for years and it had some stains on it (stains probably older than I am). After examining it I could tell it was well used and it probably ended up in the box of fabric because she knew it needed a lot of repairs and maybe she planned to fix it one day or maybe she was going to use it for something else entirely.
All I knew was that I needed to preserve it. I washed it stitched up what I could and gave it a good pressing. It now hangs in my kitchen. Not a day goes by that I don't think of her in some way. I use the apron occasionally but for the most part it is just a little piece of her in my home.
That is the story of my old apron that made a public appearance yesterday.
Thanks for reading.
Have a great week.
tammy c
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