| Grandma�s Apron When I used to visit Grandma, I was very much impressed By her all-purpose apron And the powers that it possessed. �Twas of cotton, gaily printed, Which was slow to show the soil, And had uses, without limit, Both for pleasure and for toil. She used it for a basket, When she gathered up the eggs, And flapped it as a weapon When hens pecked her feet and legs. In its folds she�d carry chicks, Soft and fluffy, newly born, Then prepare to feed their parents By filling it with corn. She used it for a hot pad To remove a steaming pan, And when her brow was heated, She used it as a fan. For men working in the fields, It became a dinner gong, And whenever Grandma waved it, They�d hurry right along. It dried our childish tears, When we�d scrape a knee and cry, And made a hiding place When little ones were shy. Farm produce too, in season, In the summer, spring and fall, Found its way into the kitchen In Grandma�s carry-all. by Inez Marrs |
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| Great Grandma Georgia Hatton |
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| Grandma Lillie Bailey |