Do you remember grandmother’s/mother’s aprons?
Always big, they were, and there uses myriad. Besides, the foremost purpose, the protection of the dress underneath, it was a holder of removing pots and pans from the oven, it was wonderful for drying children’s tears and, yes, even for wiping small noses and shooing flies.
From the hen house it carried eggs, fuzzy chicks, ducklings or goslings - sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. It’s folds provided an ideal hiding place for shy children and when guests lingered on chilly days, the apron was wrapped around mother’s arms.
Innumerable times it wiped a perspiring brow bent over a hot wood burning stove. Chips and kindling came to the kitchen stove in the ample garment, as did fresh peas and string beans from the garden - often they were podded and stemmed in the lap of the apron covered. Windfall apples, kindling chips and corn cobs were gathered in it, and wild flowers.
Chairs were hastily dusted with its corners when unexpected company was sighted. Waving it aloft was as good as a dinner bell to call the men from the fields. Big they were. Yes, and useful. Now - I’m wondering - will any modern, frilled plastic apron provoke such nostalgic memories?