Ties to the Past

TIES TO THE PAST by Sara Etgen-Baker

When I think of aprons, the first image that comes to mind is one of my mother or my grandmother wearing an apron while cooking for the family. I realize that image is a bit old fashioned; yet, there was a time—and not so long ago—when every woman proudly wore her apron. Aprons were a given—a part of the feminine culture—for they were synonymous with woman’s domesticity and her wisdom.

I remember that my mother and both of my grandmothers put on their aprons as soon as they entered their kitchens and wore them throughout the day as they cooked, completed daily chores, and selflessly cared for their families. In fact, all three ladies made their own aprons and expressed their personalities and individuality with them. As I recall, my Grandmother Stainbrook made bright colored, bib-style aprons that tied in the back with deep pockets. My other grandmother preferred delicate, pastel colored half aprons that complemented her outfits and accentuated her tiny waist.

My mother—a stout and practical woman—used bib-style aprons for daily use that she created from fabric remnants. She generally wore her bib-style apron to protect the dress underneath saving her fancy half aprons with ribbon, lace, and appliqués for holidays and entertaining.

Mother used her bib apron for almost everything—dusting furniture, drying my tears, picking up hot pans from the oven, wiping the sweat from her brow, bringing in plums that had fallen from the trees, and carrying my ailing kitten from the backyard into the house. Her bib apron pockets were always full and housed such items as clothespins, handkerchiefs, band aids, rubber bands, loose change, Life Savers candy, my jacks, and my brother’s marbles.

In fact, the first garment I ever made was a half apron—my 8^th grade sewing project in Home Economics at Austin Junior High in 1963. After buying the apron pattern for 65 cents, mother didn’t have enough money to purchase additional fabric. So, I was forced into using the remnants of kitchen curtain material that my mother had purchased at J.C. Penney—a white fabric covered in small yellow roses.

During that first semester’s apron project, I learned basic sewing how-to’s, such as cutting out a pattern and correctly pinning it to the fabric; properly cutting the fabric; basting a garment; threading the sewing machine; using the foot pedal or knee pedal; gathering skirt material and attaching it to a waistband; making and attaching pockets; and hemming a garment.

At semester’s end, I was overjoyed when I completed my apron; yet, I must confess that I felt a wee bit like Scarlett O’Hara in Gone with the Wind, for—like Scarlet—I looked as if I were wearing a curtain. Perhaps my adding the green and yellow rickrack to the waistband, pockets, and hem gave my apron that just hung in the window appearance. Who knows! Still, I proudly wore my apron second semester whenever we cooked or completed chores in home economics class.

In 1963 I understood and accepted that aprons were a part of being a wise homemaker. However, sometime in the late 60s aprons took a wrong turn, as they became symbols of feminine oppression. As the women’s movement took hold, aprons seemingly disappeared from favor and the feminine landscape. I, too, cast off my apron as I left home, attended college, and joined the workforce.

Now, I find myself fascinated with aprons, for they reflect how my foremothers saw themselves; how they functioned in society; and how culture viewed them. Each apron intrigues me, for I see that each one has a unique story to tell with its own wisdom and ties to the past.