This evening I read a tweet from My Heritage about an article at the emissourian - Society Pays Homage to the Humble Apron . After reading the article I began to consider which aprons have meant something to me in my life. The first apron that came to mind was a green and white gingham apron that I made while I attended Jennings Public School . The girls spent many weeks making the aprons after making several preparatory obligatory samples. We had to cross-stitch the pleats into place and then cross-stitch several flowers onto the material and I can still remember how particular I was while sewing. I wanted it to be perfect! Of course, while the girls were making aprons the boys were in another room. What they were making, I can't remember, but I do have recollections of them basket weaving at some stage. I was very proud of this apron but never wore it as I considered it was too precious. After a search in my camphor chest I found my apron, still in pristine condition...