Tuesday, December 4, 2018

The apron

This is my Grandma -- my Dad's mom -- who was the sewer of things.
She made a lot of aprons, mostly for the hospital bazaars.
Somehow or other I got one.
She was widowed at a young age and left with 6 children to raise.  She got herself a job at a hospital doing -- I don't know what.
She was the most immaculate woman I have ever known.  I never saw her any way but dressed up and always a brooch on.

This is my Dad.  A very multi-talented man that had the most amazing workshop.  He had every tool and not just one or two, but a lot!  He was also a master welder -- a trade he learned in the shipyards during World War 2.

One day my Dad asked if I could make him an apron to wear over his clothes while he worked.  I took the bib apron that my Grandma had made and drafted a pattern for one for my Dad.  Big difference was
Grandma's apron was cotton, Dad's was denim.  Over the years, Dad's apron grew rather thin so he asked for another.  I made that final apron and he did use it a bit. He hung it on a nail in his workshop and when he passed away over 20 years ago, I told my Mom I was taking it.  I did ask for a couple of other things from the workshop, like his tiny rotary cutter and the lamp from his drafting table.

I wear the apron every time I work in the kitchen.  It is tattered and it is torn, but it was my Dad's and it means a lot to me.  Will I repair it?  Would it be the same?  I don't know.  I was thinking of a patch with his name on it.  We shall see.









I have made aprons for the farmer for his workshop over the years, but now it's time for our son, Peter, who now has a workshop in his new house
He putters away with his son so this Christmas they are getting their first workshop aprons.  The pattern is the same.  Taken from one apron to another apron to another apron.  Handed down through the generations.

I made two.  One for Peter and one for his second son Kyle, his sidekick in the shop.

I made them both from denim so they should last awhile.  There are no pockets in them.  I have found they are a pain the in the neck.  I do have extra fabric if they decide they want them.  It will be their decision.

Peter and Kyle will also get some tools to go with them.
Somehow or other I got these tools when my Dad passed away and now they are being handed down.  I've never used them.  It was just something I desperately wanted.  My Dad was everything to me.
Kyle will also get tools, but they will be from his grandpa's workshop.

We are keeping tradition alive.  Who knew when Grandma made that apron that her pattern would still be used years later.






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