My cousin Vicky invited my siblings to her house in Visalia. She recently lost her parents and had her mother and father, our Aunt Rusty and Uncle Joe, some things we wanted to have.
When we entered Vicky’s house, her living room and dining room were filled with hand-crafted, hand-painted, and amazing family artifacts from my aunt and uncle. From the original paintings to the Christmas decorations to the lace hats, all the elements told us about our rich past with Tia Rusty, Uncle Joe, cousins and the big Flores family. As we looked at the family treasures, an unspoken sadness slowed down as my Tia and uncle were happily watching from above as we loved, laughed and missed our loved ones.
Included in the items were our Tia Rusty and our grandmother’s handmade aprons stacked neatly. Along with many other family items to take home, each of us was blessed with aprons.
After our visit, my sisters Espie and Nancy and I and my daughter Nikki returned to Bakersfield. Most of the hour-long walk home made me wonder about aprons. “Do you wear one? If so, when? Who in our family wore an apron? ‘
That’s how my “apron” without a scientific survey began. I didn’t know it would touch such a sentimental nerve: “Are you wearing an apron?” with all I asked.
I asked both men and women. Most paused and replied, “That’s a really good question.”
The unconscious shake of their eyes told me that their neuropathways were working hard to connect with their synapses to remember the fond memories of their apron. After a few seconds, they said “yes” or told how they rarely use it but remembered that their mother, grandmother, or great-grandmother wore an apron. Several called me the next day to tell me a story about the forgotten apron they were eager to tell.
I’ll start with the boys. They unanimously explained that a man wearing an apron was an essential tool for a barbecue. It was an opportunity to help their favorite sports team. In my family’s case, there would be plenty of Las Vegas Raider aprons, a San Francisco 49, a Dallas Cowboys and a Pittsburgh Steelers fan.
I was amazed that many of my sisters and women still wear an apron. In addition to using it, grandchildren and great-grandchildren have aprons to wear when it’s time to join in with the fun of cooking with grandma. Many women, like my sister-in-law Maria, mentioned three times that she generally wears an apron: when she makes it in the oven, or when she makes tortillas or tamales.
I asked everyone why they thought using aprons was a tradition of the past. The only answer was from a man, my brother from another mother, Rick Davis. He theorized that most meals today are half-prepared. According to Rick and many culinary historians, the preparation of past meals has been replaced by microwave ovens and ready-to-eat dishes that you can quickly prepare in your oven. According to the Future Kitchen website, “Most men and women are busy all day. As a result, most people are unfortunately too busy to enjoy cooking. ” And the practical use of aprons was diminished.
For many, the precious commodity is a handmade apron made from grandma’s or great-grandmother’s flour sacks. The formula was said to be a sack of flour for an apron, two for a shirt and three for a dress. For those who are lucky enough to have one, many considered Grandma’s apron to be a precious heavenly gift.
The memory of my apron is that of my grandmother, who was wearing a towel on her left shoulder while she was cooking for 10 people wearing an apron. It reminds me of the love we tasted in the food he prepared. I can’t see her standing in our little kitchen without an apron.
For me, the apron is a humble prelude to the traditions of our rich family history, not the relic of our past. It is also a symbol of hospitality, generosity and represents the whole family.
To all the Wonder Women who are able to wear aprons, I greet you.
Email columnist Steve Flores firstname.lastname@example.org. His work appears here every third Monday; the opinions expressed are their own.
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