My Story   I had one semester of nursing school remaining. The years of studying and tests came to an abrupt end with the diagnosis of breast cancer. Included in my therapy toward wellness was the recommendation to relax. Alone with my thoughts, I traveled back to a gentler time. Memories of my mother and grandmother engaged in the skillful dance of homemaking filled my thoughts. My grandmother always wore a different, colorful, handmade apron, two of which she shared with me. Now I wanted to sit down beside her and sew aprons. My grandmother started a story in my young heart.   Within that summer of therapy and decisions, I sewed many aprons and gave them as gifts. The recipient always shared a story about an apron. If my grandmother were here to tell her story it would probably include the day she shared her aprons with me. I invite you to remember your apron story or start a new story by sharing an apron with someone you love.

Barbara's Story

 

I'm going back a real long time. I can still remember as clearly as today, Aunt Betty pregnant as could be. Her apron could barely tie around her full body. Still she was in the kitchen cooking up a meal. She was such a good cook.

Stella's Story

My apron story is a memory I have of Grandma DiMella. She was born in Italy, and she carried her traditions to America. She grew in her garden such things as tomatos, basil and chamomile. One day she took me out to the garden and gathered up the two lower corners of her apron to form a 'basket'. She filled it with tomato and basil, and the aroma of the fresh cut basil filled the air. We went inside and she created the most delicious pasta sauce I have ever eaten. I think of her every time I smell fresh garden herbs. Grazie for creating that memory!

Jesse's Story

I got a cupcake maker for my birthday and i ternd 6 years old and when we got home we mad some cupcakes so we selled them to my neighbores for 1 doller to make people happy they tast like lemonade some people love them so much I am a good baker!!!!