Mom's Apron

Sam Bralley By Sam Bralley, 29th Jul 2010 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/upn5krp7/
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Remembrances of my childhood keep flashing before my eyes…

As long as I can remember, mom always wore her apron

There was one time when you were sure to see mom without her apron… when we left to go to church on Sunday. When I got up in the morning she had it on… When I went to bed at night, she still had her apron on. She hung in on the doorknob of her bedroom and when she left her room you might catch her reaching around and tying it in the back. I’ve also witnessed her reaching around to untie and take it off as she entered her bedroom. As long as I can remember, mom always wore her apron. It didn’t matter if the colors matched; her apron was to protect her dress underneath.

They were all gingham or cotton print usually left over...

Nothing fancy with lace and such to look pretty and match her attire. Never store bought. They were all gingham or cotton print usually left over from a skirt or shirt she had made for one of us kids or scraps left over from a dress for herself. She sewed just about every day and I would sit and watch and learn. As she sewed she would sing or quote Bible verses, and she would teach me scripture and stories about David and Saul, and the disciples and Jesus. I loved those times and credit my mom with much of what I know today as I still sing at church and teach Sunday school.

I remember watching her make them

She had a few, I know because I remember watching her make them on her sewing machine. She wore the simple ones. Sometimes they were the full ones but mostly just the half aprons, from the waist down. But she knew how to use it. With that old apron she would wipe my nose when it run, wipe my tears when I cried. Even wiped the sweat from her brow… carried wood for the fire or eggs from the hen house. It held the strings from the beans or shells from nuts as we cracked them. Clothespins from the clothesline or what-knots as she dusted. She would double it to pick up a hot skillet or wipe her hands after doing the dishes. I even remember her fanning herself with it while cooking in the hot summers or canning in the fall.

I never saw her patch one when it wore thin because she always had another one in reserve. Yes, my mom knew how to wear her apron, and when I think real hard now I can still feel its warmth on a cold morning as she held me close wrapping me up in that old apron.

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A Story About Mom, Apron, Clothsline, Cotton Print, Gingham, Mom, What-Knots

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I'm Sam, and welcome to my page. I'm retired from the USPS and I like to meet people through writing. Hope you enjoy yourselves and please rate my offerings.

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author avatar Retired
29th Jul 2010 (#)

as always an other loving written piece... in fact sounds like my mom!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
30th Jul 2010 (#)

thanks Rebecca, for your kind words of hope and inspiration...

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author avatar Kelraye78
30th Jul 2010 (#)

This is sweet! It reminds me of my grandmother. Gingham and fried chicken.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
1st Aug 2010 (#)

thanks Kelraye78, for your visit & your nice comments...

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author avatar smoothoperator
1st Aug 2010 (#)

Touching article must be a great mom of a greater child who thinks of mom.

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author avatar snooky
1st Aug 2010 (#)

My Mom's aprons all had very deep pockets in which I thought she carried the whole world & in off hours hung on the back door.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
1st Aug 2010 (#)

thanks smoothoperator & snooky for your visits and your nice comments...

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author avatar C. Michael Davis
9th Aug 2010 (#)

Excellent.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
5th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks so much...

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author avatar CLeBlanc
22nd Aug 2010 (#)

Great article.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
5th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks CLeBlanc, for your comment and for stopping by...

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author avatar Rathnashikamani
11th Apr 2011 (#)

This is lovely memoir.
Sweet childhood!

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author avatar Sam Bralley
5th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks Rathnashikamani for stopping by and adding your kind remarks...

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author avatar Carol
4th Sep 2011 (#)

Very nice memories of your mum and your childhood

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author avatar Sam Bralley
5th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks Carol for your visit and nice comments...

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author avatar johnnydod
6th Sep 2011 (#)

I think we can all relate to this Sam

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author avatar Sam Bralley
6th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks Johnny for your visit and your kindness...

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author avatar Val Mills
10th Sep 2011 (#)

Wonderful story. Like the pic of Mo without her apron.

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author avatar Val Mills
10th Sep 2011 (#)

Make that Mom, not Mo above - sorry.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
10th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks Val for taking time and looking around and also I appreciate your kind words...

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author avatar Steve Kinsman
14th Sep 2011 (#)

Sounds like a very idyllic childhood you had Sam, thanks to the loving care of your mom. A really great share this is.

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author avatar Sam Bralley
15th Sep 2011 (#)

thanks Steve, I really appreciate your kindness...

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