Whipping the cream in Christmas Past |
My family has many Christmas Dinner traditions, some so subtle
that we don’t actually recognize them as traditions until they don’t
happen. One such was my mother
causing a scene of some sort. I
miss this one sadly. Sometimes I
was humiliated, sometimes amused, sometimes annoyed, but never bored by her
antics. Another is the to-do over the whipped cream. Yet another is
that the person whipping the cream wears The Apron. My aunt Pauline made this
apron close to (or possibly even
more than) fifty years ago for my Uncle Bill. It was her own design, and everyone loves it. Whoever is overseeing the turkey,
making the gravy, (or whipping the cream,) usually wears it while he (at least
it is usually “he” as she has many sons) is momentarily king of the
kitchen. Recently my cousin Tim was visiting his mom, preparing a treat - in
the apron, of course - and reminiscing about a visit from Uncle Tim, my Uncle
Bill’s brother. Four year old Timmy had gotten up first, and come down to the
kitchen were Uncle Tim was about to fix an “Uncle Tim fry-up.” He said he would show Timmy how to make
breakfast, and folded the apron so that it actually fit Timmy, and they cooked
breakfast together. Pauline told
him that since he loved the apron so, he could take it home. Tim was thrilled – so thrilled that his
wife Michaella put a picture of him happily cooking in the apron on Facebook.
This did not sit well with other traditionalists,
and to avoid hurt feelings, Tim sadly brought the apron back so it could return
to its status as “pro tem crown of the current kitchen king.”
Pauline, seeing Tim’s disappointment, decided to reproduce the
apron. We traced out a pattern, made
a trip to the material store, and spent a couple of fun days sewing it up. What a success it was. There were quite a few moist eyes
around the table when Tim opened his gift. Now Tim and his
family can wear the new apron at his house for the next fifty years at least,
and all the brothers can continue to wear the old one when visiting their
mother.
Joe modeling the old and Tim the new aprons |
5 comments:
Nice story! :-)
What a delightful tradition. Amazingly neither apron appears to be spattered with grease and other stains as would be the case in our house. Happy New Year, Joanna!
That is the sweetest story and Christmas tradtition. So touching it can make the reader's eyes moist too!
This is a sweet story.
I haven't worn an apron in years. I just make a mess.
I have an apron that my Aunt crocheted for me when I was a very little girl. I still have it & hope it doesn't land in the trash bin when I'm gone.
Beautiful story Joanna. Thank you for putting this memory to words. We will treasure the new addition to our family. Micheala Guppy
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