Finally Finished My Apron Swap...Sorry so Late Cindy....There on they're finally on there way!
Take a look at these Erin...
Which One do you like?
Take a look at these Erin...
Which One do you like?
Blue and White Checked Gingham
Grandma's Apron Poem on Back of All
Vintage Valentine
Cherries Jubilee
Cowgirl Cool
On the Back of Each...
Grandma's Apron
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.
When Gramma wore her apron it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.
Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once just as pretty as you please, and it wiped my brother's cheek off one time when he sneezed.
It took cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made lap for the stories we'd hear.
It too cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made a lap for the stories we'd hear.
It wiped spills up from the counter top when she was baking pies, a symbol of her love and care and it showed, too, in her eyes.
Sometimes I'm sad to look at it when I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten.
That's her apron hanging there.
God Bless Gramma's Everywhere!
Smiles
Have A Nice Weekend Gals!
Christine
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten,
that's her apron hanging there.
It still hangs in Grampa's kitchen
Sometimes he looks at it and stares.
When Gramma wore her apron it was magical to see.
The pockets held such treasures
for the grandkids just like me.
Saw it shine up Grampa's fender once just as pretty as you please, and it wiped my brother's cheek off one time when he sneezed.
It took cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made lap for the stories we'd hear.
It too cookies from the oven, it rushed to wipe a tear, got a grain of sand out of your eye, made a lap for the stories we'd hear.
It wiped spills up from the counter top when she was baking pies, a symbol of her love and care and it showed, too, in her eyes.
Sometimes I'm sad to look at it when I see my Grampa stare.
Gramma's gone, but not forgotten.
That's her apron hanging there.
God Bless Gramma's Everywhere!
Smiles
Have A Nice Weekend Gals!
Christine
