The theme this Sepia Saturday is 'aprons'. I remember when I was about six or seven, my friend Mary Gamble and I were in her kitchen and her mother was teaching us how to do up the bows at the back of our aprons. Well, actually, we didn't call them aprons, we called them pinnies. And, when you think about it, doing a bow behind your back is quite an accomplishment. And I remember when I was about 12 or 13 in our sewing class at school we made our own bibbed aprons (and matching hats) to wear in cooking class.
Every woman I knew wore an apron - my mum, my nana, my gran, the mothers of my friends - but now hardly anyone does. Maybe for a barbie, or if we're cooking something really messy, but they are made out of a plastic or a designer-linen. Not lovely, soft, cotton, hand-made aprons with frills, lace, gingham, rick-rack or gathers like our mother's.
As I looked through my albums to choose some photos of people wearing aprons they seemed to fall naturally into a theme. Can you guess before I tell you at the end?
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| My great-grandmother, Martha Taylor, at Cobden with her house cow. |
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| My husband's aunt, Elva Alford, at Mologa feeding her pet lamb. |
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| Lily Rowe nee Stone, at Bendigo with her pet dog. |
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| My mother-in-law, Shirley Alford, at Mologa with a champion milking cow. |
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| My husband's aunt, Joy Phelan, at Mitiamo with her pet chicken. It's been for a ride in the pram I'm guessing. |
Now I suggest you take off your apron, grab a cuppa, and check out the Sepia Saturday webpage to see some of the other contributions to the theme.
