This is my grandmother's apron. My mother's mom. I am lucky enough to have it- considering it must be over 50 years old (or more). With this apron are memories beyond it's worn tie strings, and frayed seams...
For years growing up, twice a year, my family would make the 300 mile trip to Garden City, Long Island to visit my grandparents. I remember my grandmother greeting us at the door, wearing an apron, wiping her hands dry, to hug us all.
I couldn't tell you what style of clothes she wore in the 60's, I simply don't remember- I only remember the apron- the same one shown in the picture above.
Do you have a favorite apron? Memories of something you own from a loved one of the past?