This is a post from my personal blog,
originally written December 04, 2009:
mama's apron, significant memory
etched in stone, wrote into my heart
so much time spent wearing this piece
of woven fabric, each morning to start
plain and white when first tied
dirty and dingy when last untied
smears of holiday preparation evident
of her hard labor and loving pride
cake batter and sweet frosting
mince meat and cranberries too
vanilla flavoring and egg nog
cream cheese and whipped butter goo
cooking was one of mama's great loves
from the time she was just knee high
talented to the point of perfection
practice made better try after try
This was the only photo I could find of Mom in one of her aprons, and it was taken back in 1983 during Christmas dinner. This apron was clean... she apparently had just put it on, LOL.
As mentioned, cooking was one of Mama’s great loves… she enjoyed experimenting with various forms and textures of ingredients, trying this and that, until the dish was nearly perfect to her liking. During the holidays, she poured her heart and soul into preparing a meal fit for a king. Honestly, her kitchen would look as though a tornado went through it. Evidence of her cooking would be on the counter tops, the cabinet door handles, the floor- and of course, her apron. I would just lovingly giggle and help her clean up.
A few years ago, Mama was attempting to demonstrate a lesson to me on preparing dough and cutting it to make dumplings. She was famous for her chicken and dumplings… she made the best dish in the south, no kidding! Anyway, we had such great fun through this experience- she laughed at me as I tried to imitate her perfect pattern of rolling the dough out thin and cutting it just so. Come on, who were we kidding? I could never make dumplings like Mama did. But, I had fun trying. The experience that day was captured on video by my son-in-law, who made a special CD for me and presented it to me after Mom’s death. Such a bittersweet memory now! Tears flow each time I watch it… tears of longing, remembering her in that dingy old and tattered apron with smears of this and that on it, remembering watching her in that messy kitchen doing what she loved best… cooking for family and friends. How I treasure those memories!