I always vision my mothers apron when I think of her. It was always the bib apron she wore. I read one time about the many uses she used them for.

Gathered lots of eggs when her basket was full or if she happened to stumble across an old hen sitting on a nest in the field.Sometimes shed scoop some corn in it and go stand at the fence to give a treat to one of her special cows.

She'd dry our tears when we scraped our knees, using that apron.. For so many kiddos, (13)she sure had lots of love.

Daddy worked 2 and 3 jobs to feed us and keep a roof over our heads. So Mom was the disciplinarian of all of us. None of us ever got out of line very often because we knew we had to deal with her.

One time at a family gathering we were laughing how we learned early on, to not test her. She wasn't violent but when she'd spank we didn't forget it right away. None of us could remember Dad ever spanking us. Probably because he worked long hours and didn't see our wild sides.

But,every single day shed give us hugs and tell us how she loved us.I thank God for giving me a mother so sweet and loving! And I cherish the memories of her in her aprons!