Tuesday, June 18, 2013
That old apron ... Thx Ron W!
This brought back so many memories of my Mom , as well as my
Grandma.
Enjoy 
(Notice that a "Medium" is a size 14-16.)
Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec? If we have to explain "Home Ec" you may delete this. Read on.
The History of 'APRONS' I don't think our kids know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons required less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids.
And when the weather was cold, Grandma wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the autumn, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about Grandma's aprons.
REMEMBER:
Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
The Govt. would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron- but love...
Two pictures worth a thousand words ... Thx Ron W!
.Subject: FW: Two Pictures Worth a Billion
Words!
TWO PICTURES
WORTH A BILLION
WORDS!
America, if you honestly wonder why and ask the
same questions, please pass this one on simply because you do grasp the
irony and actually understand the reason why you should! Pretty
incredible isn't it? I
found in this case the friend who sent this to me was correct, the old
phrase for decades was: a picture is worth a thousand words but here are
two pictures which now are worth a billion words.
Enough said I
think........
2 PICTURES WORTH A
BILLION WORDS!
QUESTION!!
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this only if you ask the same question.
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Re: An old guy and a bucket of shrimp ... Thx Clay V!
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nice story... one thing, it was Jimmy Dolittle, not eddie on the Toyko raid.
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An old guy and a bucket of shrimp ... Thanks good friend, Clay V!
An Old Guy and a Bucket of ShrimpThis is a wonderful story, and it is true. You will be pleased that you read it,and I believe you will pass it on. It is an important piece of American history.It happened every Friday evening, almost without fail, when the sun resembled a giant orange and was starting to dip into the blue ocean.Old Ed came strolling along the beach to his favorite pier.. Clutched in his bony hand was a bucket of shrimp. Ed walks out to the end of the pier, where it seems he almost has the world to himself. The glow of the sun is a golden bronze now.Everybody's gone, except for a few joggers on the beach. Standing out on the end of the pier, Ed is alone with his thoughts...and his bucket of shrimp.Before long, however, he is no longer alone. Up in the sky a thousand white dots come screeching and squawking, winging their way toward that lanky frame standing there on the end of the pier.Before long, dozens of seagulls have enveloped him, their wings fluttering and flapping wildly. Ed stands there tossing shrimp to the hungry birds. As he does, if you listen closely, you can hear him say with a smile, 'Thank you. Thank you.'In a few short minutes the bucket is empty. But Ed doesn't leave.He stands there lost in thought, as though transported to another time and place.When he finally turns around and begins to walk back toward the beach, a few of the birds hop along the pier with him until he gets to the stairs, and then they, too, fly away. And old Ed quietly makes his way down to the end of the beach and on home.If you were sitting there on the pier with your fishing line in the water, Ed might seem like 'a funny old duck,' as my dad used to say. Or, to onlookers, he's just another old codger, lost in his own weird world, feeding the seagulls with a bucket full of shrimp.To the onlooker, rituals can look either very strange or very empty. They can seem altogether unimportant .... maybe even a lot of nonsense.Old folks often do strange things,at least in the eyes of Boomers and Busters.Most of them would probably write Old Ed off, down there in Florida . That's too bad. They'd do well to know him better.His full name: Eddie Rickenbacker . He was a famous hero in World War I, and now he was in WWII. On one of his flying missions across the Pacific, he and his seven-member crew went down. Miraculously, all of the men survived, crawled out of their plane, and climbed into a life raft.Captain Rickenbacker and his crew floated for days on the rough waters of the Pacific. They fought the sun. They fought sharks. Most of all, they fought hunger and thirst. By the eighth day their rations ran out. No food. No water. They were hundreds of miles from land and no one knew where they were or even if they were alive. Every day across America millions wondered and prayed that Eddie Rickenbacker might somehow be found alive.The men adrift needed a miracle. That afternoon they had a simple devotional service and prayed for a miracle. They tried to nap. Eddie leaned back and pulled his military cap over his nose. Time dragged on. All he could hear was the slap of the waves against the raft..Suddenly, Eddie felt something land on the top of his cap.It was a seagull!Old Ed would later describe how he sat perfectly still, planning his next move. With a flash of his hand and a squawk from the gull, he managed to grab it and wring its neck. He tore the feathers off, and he and his starving crew made a meal of it - a very slight meal for eight men. Then they used the intestines for bait. With it, they caught fish, which gave them food and more bait . . . and the cycle continued. With that simple survival technique, they were able to endure the rigors of the sea until they were found and rescued after 24 days at sea.Eddie Rickenbacker lived many years beyond that ordeal, but he never forgot the sacrifice of that first life-saving seagull... And he never stopped saying, 'Thank you.' That's why almost every Friday night he would walk to the end of the pier with a bucket full of shrimp and a heart full of gratitude.Reference:(Max Lucado, "In The Eye of the Storm", pp..221, 225-226)PS: Eddie Rickenbacker was the founder of Eastern Airlines. Before WWI he was a race car driver. In WWI he was a pilot and became America 's first ace. In WWII he was an instructor and military adviser, and he flew missions with the combat pilots. Eddie Rickenbacker is a true American hero. And now you know another story about the trials and sacrifices that brave men have endured for your freedom.
Much less of an add-on to your story is that I was in a staged play at Franklin Ave. Methodist Church in Portsmouth, Ohio, probably about 1942 during the war. A few of us Cubs were on a raft on stage. My pal, Pal Bertram was in the audience. He pushed his tongue up over his top row of teeth and made a monkey sign, rolling his eyes up to distract me from my minor role in the play. This un-thinking kid, me, made the action right back at him. It more or less mortified my sweet mother, Mary Kegley, but got a laugh at a serious moment.
As an adult, I would never want to detract from the heroics of the truly great Eddie Rickenbacker. May he always receive the respect true American heroes deserve. What a vivid answer to prayer! Thanks good friend!