Wife of Paul Solomon Ellis
The History of 'APRONS'
I don't think most kids today know what an apron is. The principle use of Mom's or Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when the weather was cold, she wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, she walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about aprons.
REMEMBER:
Mom's and Grandma's used to set hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember,flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,the colors of a rainbow,she's Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from,your first home,and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love,your first friend,even your first enemy,but nothing on earth can separate you not time, not space....not even death"
_UNKNOWN
Wife of Paul Solomon Ellis
The History of 'APRONS'
I don't think most kids today know what an apron is. The principle use of Mom's or Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few. It was also because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and aprons used less material. But along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven.
It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears.
From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven.
When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids..
And when the weather was cold, she wrapped it around her arms.
Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove.
Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron.
From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls.
In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees.
When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds.
When dinner was ready, she walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men folk knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner.
It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes.
Send this to those who would know (and love) the story about aprons.
REMEMBER:
Mom's and Grandma's used to set hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.
They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron.
I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron - but love.
"Your Mother is always with you. She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street. She's the smell of certain foods you remember,flowers you pick, the fragrance of life itself. She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well. She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep,the colors of a rainbow,she's Christmas morning. Your mother lives inside your laughter. She's the place you came from,your first home,and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love,your first friend,even your first enemy,but nothing on earth can separate you not time, not space....not even death"
_UNKNOWN
Family Members
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Luman Bascom Weaver
1876–1877
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Elizabeth Matilda Weaver Hancock
1877–1957
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John Boland Weaver
1879–1945
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Martin Luther Weaver
1880–1956
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William Atticus "Willie" Weaver
1882–1903
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Amy Corine Weaver
1885–1926
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Ellen Winifred Weaver Key
1886–1982
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Allen Thurmond Weaver
1888–1979
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Mary Pauline "Mama" Weaver Chandler
1892–1979
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Paul Solomon "Uncle June" Ellis Jr
1913–2002
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Jessie Louise Ellis Prine
1914–1993
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Gillis Holland "Uncle Gill" Ellis
1916–2002
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Kenneth Weaver Ellis
1918–2006
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Ellen Corine Ellis Weaver
1919–2011
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William James "Bill" Ellis
1921–2011
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Meta Elizabeth "Beth" Ellis
1923–1928
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Mary Jane Ellis Stuckey
1926–2008
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John H. Ellis
1931–2019
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Robert Allen "Bobby" Ellis
1934–1935