“It is in the shelter of each other that people live.” ~ Irish Proverb
Anyone have cozy memories of being in the kitchen with their grandma? Mine was the grandmother of everyone’s dreams – the old fashioned kind who had a puffy lap to nestle in and a warm hug to settle in. Her heart was big!
If you are a baby boomer, you probably remember your grandmother and perhaps your mom wearing an apron in the kitchen. A pretty freshly laundered and ironed apron was part of dressing every morning.
A few years ago I found this poem about aprons. With thanksgiving just the corner, I’ve decided to share it once again because it makes one think of the deeper meaning of an apron beyond a piece of cloth.
The sentiments in the poem remind me of the kind of love and protection I had in my upbringing from both my parents and grandparents. I wish every child had it in their future to feel safe and secure.