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I'm just getting to know my way around this here site! I posted this comment after your poem... Was I supposed to post it here or there? I get so confused sometimes! But, hey, at least I got to correct the error in my original message:
My Grandmomma always wrote an apron, too! My momma wore one while in the kitchen or cleaning the veggies... In fact, Lauren, our daughter, has all of her Grandmommy's Aprons... To think about it, the Apron was in a real way a "Badge of Honor"!
Mine too, Mine too! Comes from those days when you had to scrub those stains out on a washboard instead of popping that dress into the washer and dryer. Much easier to wear and wash an apron until it fell apart and you could make another. Their lives were filled with hard work, weren't they?