Tell Your Stories

Long ago in a place far, far, away, a little girl watched her granny cook pies and cakes and fried chicken…LOL! Standing at the kitchen table, one foot propped up on the rung of a chair she’d mix up her delicious home-made biscuits…as the little girl took it all in…

Her apron was used to wipe her hands, or wipe a runny nose…aprons had many functions…pockets for tissue and for candy…

And like the apron, I remember granny had to have pockets on her dresses or they just weren’t fitten to have, and for years she’d never think of wearing trousers. It was many years later when pant-suits came into being, that she put on trousers but of course the top had to have pockets. 🙂

Times long gone, like running barefoot in the summer-time… chasing butterflies, and sitting on a porch swing, nodding at neighbors as they passed by…playing hide-and-seek, and telling ghost stories around a bon-fire…

Aprons…like so many things from the past are a distant memory…every now and then they come to mind and those of us who are much older now, remember mama’s and Granny’s and aunt’s wearing their aprons, a symbol of a simpler time…

Many years later my mama made me one because I was to be Mrs. Santa Claus, one year, to read, “The Night Before Christmas” to children at a school where I worked…I still have it…do you have an “Apron” story??

Maybe sixty-four years from now your grandchild will remember your story and pass it on…we don’t know what the future will bring, so live for today and tell your stories…

~Marla Shaw O’Neill October 3, 2018

Proverbs 16:31 New International Version (NIV) Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.