When I arrived at Grandma's Sunday for Easter dinner, after hugs and kisses, she said,
"I have some aprons for you."
My heart skipped a beat! I don't remember Grandma wearing many aprons, even the older pictures I have of her are apron-less. But along with her first embroidery, she said she had aprons.

After dinner was eaten, the dishes were washed an put away and the annual Easter "sugar-buzz" wore off the younger ones, Grandma headed to her linen closet. It is filled from floor to ceiling with beautiful treasures. First, she got out the embroideries and doilies I have showed you earlier. She took her time and told the history of each one. Then, she pulled out a stack of aprons. I could tell by the faded materials this was an amazing treasure about to open up. I listened carefully as she told me about each one. She wasn't in love with aprons as I am, to her she said, "they were just more laundry." But to me, these aprons in particular are pieces of the past...MY past. They are also a testament in a way of God's grace. None of the three women that these aprons belonged to had easy lives; there's been poverty, abuse and alcoholism laced throughout their lives. But they persevered, and prayed for better lives for future generations. I can say God is Faithful!!
So here are the aprons that Grandma handed me, fittingly on Easter Sunday!

This is my grandma's apron, not surprisingly with embroidery added to it!

This smock apron was also my grandmothers. She said she would use that for canning days.
This yellow gingham belonged to Grandma's mom. She lived until I was about seven or eight, so I do remember her fairly well.
This one is the oldest, and the one I was most surprised to receive. This orange floral was Grandma's daddy's mother! My great,great grandmother's!!

They will all have a special spot in my home!