Post by jazzabellejb on Dec 24, 2011 7:12:18 GMT -5
As I was browsing the forum last night I ran across Grace's post for her Farmgirl Country aprons......WOW...what a flood of memories that apron let flow! I realized this morning that an apron just like that brought me to where I am today....with one family cow and another on the way!
I was a "city girl" for my first 49 years. Growing up I was fortunate to have my Nana Weston as a friend and mentor...although I am sure she never thought of it that way! Although she lived in the city too...she hadn't always. She raised her six girls on a small rented homestead on the Miramichi river, often alone as my Pompa was a soldier and was away at war. When I attended elementary school her house was close enough for me to have lunch with her frequently. A big hug....snuggled into that apron...was the best part of every day! Her big soft molasses cookies from the old chipped and dented green cookie can were comfort food at its best! But... I couldn't have a glass of milk until she took off the cream for Pompa....who somehow managed to have fresh strawberries all year and had to have his cream!
My Mom passed away this October and her stories of growing up on the farm must have made more of an impression on me than I thought.....her tales of she and her sisters running barefoot through the pasture and squishing cow patties up through their toes, selling Nana's donuts at the end of the driveway on Fridays to the locals who would line up for them. ( I now have her recipe!).
I could ramble on forever now that the floodgates are open but I just wanted to say thank you to Grace, and all the wonderful folks on this board for listening to me.
I am so proud to say that I am now the Nana I aspired to be and my apron is on its way! A very Merry Christmas to you all,,,,hug your Moms, your Nanas and your children for me
I was a "city girl" for my first 49 years. Growing up I was fortunate to have my Nana Weston as a friend and mentor...although I am sure she never thought of it that way! Although she lived in the city too...she hadn't always. She raised her six girls on a small rented homestead on the Miramichi river, often alone as my Pompa was a soldier and was away at war. When I attended elementary school her house was close enough for me to have lunch with her frequently. A big hug....snuggled into that apron...was the best part of every day! Her big soft molasses cookies from the old chipped and dented green cookie can were comfort food at its best! But... I couldn't have a glass of milk until she took off the cream for Pompa....who somehow managed to have fresh strawberries all year and had to have his cream!
My Mom passed away this October and her stories of growing up on the farm must have made more of an impression on me than I thought.....her tales of she and her sisters running barefoot through the pasture and squishing cow patties up through their toes, selling Nana's donuts at the end of the driveway on Fridays to the locals who would line up for them. ( I now have her recipe!).
I could ramble on forever now that the floodgates are open but I just wanted to say thank you to Grace, and all the wonderful folks on this board for listening to me.
I am so proud to say that I am now the Nana I aspired to be and my apron is on its way! A very Merry Christmas to you all,,,,hug your Moms, your Nanas and your children for me