Surgery and Trolls

    Well,  I see the troll is back.  Imagine having such a little life.   Oh well,  it is nothing to me.   Onward.

    I am going to end up having to have surgery after all.   The mass is back on my wrist so we will try once more to rid me of it.   Darn thing.   I am not having surgery until July since we have a co-worker just coming back and I want to make sure we are staffed well.

    The weather is great here and we have been riding a lot plus I have been working out to a work out tape.   Never thought I would do that.  But it is kind of fun.   Zoey likes watching me, LOL.

     Well, have to get the van.   We lost windshield number 3 to a gravel truck.  I swear they should be responsible for paying for the windshields.   I pull over if I even see one close.  Take care all.

Aprons

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.
It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used 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 fall, 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 folks 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.
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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.   They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.

  P.S.   I never saw my Grandmother without one of those aprons on.