Archive for April, 2011

Other than the obvious selling of the fabric, yarn and needlework crafts that make fiber artists so happy there is this other aspect to what the store does and a higher purpose for our being here.  Let me tell you a story.  This is typical of the many stories we hear everyday as folks donate the large ‘estate’ donations. To me the Estate donations are someone’s lifetime accumulation of needlework supplies, button collection, decades of fabric, etc.

Once upon a time, (because all really good stories start that way) a sweet old man came into the Legacy.  I had not worked there for very long and not that many men come into the store, so I greeted him.  He had looked around and he said, ” My wife did this stuff, she died and I have alot to bring you…but, (his eyes welling up with tears) not yet. Not yet”  I asked how long it had been, and I think he said 2 years….Sweet man, missed his friend so.  Very poignant.  I assured him it had a place to come whenever he was ready.

It had been a long time since that day…Long since forgotten.  The volunteers tell me that there is a truckload for us and I should take a look.  I go out to greet an old man by his truck.  I don’t realize it is him…then he starts to hand me what had belonged to his wife.  I realized that it was the same guy and how important for me to facilitate his process as cooperatively and expediently as possible.  I needed to accept what he had without sending him somewhere else.  We would take care of it, what wasn’t right for us gets sent to Goodwill or Hospice (shoes,tennis rackets)  Some stuff just needed to be tossed but it was too hard for him to be the one to do it.

As we unloaded his truck, he started to tell me why he was doing this now.

He had decided to trade houses with his daughter that does emergency foster care.  Those are the folks that take kids in emergent circumstances (police holds for drugs or violence) of the most difficult situations.  This gentleman had decided that she should have the big house.  He would take the smaller house.  He had already painted a tree on the walls of the boys’ bedroom and bought bunk beds.  He had become animated with his eyes twinkling.  He had plans for the girls’ room.  I told him that the kids were lucky to be getting him as a foster grandparent.

When he left, the volunteer that had observed this and participated with the unloading said,” Wow, now I see what else The Legacy is about”.  What we had observed was this gentleman’s’ process of grief and the shift to looking forward to his future.  It was truly a beautiful thing.


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Aprons-Part 2

(Notice that a “Medium” is a size 14 – 16.)


Remember making an apron in Home Ec? Remember Home Ec? If you have to explain “Home Ec,” you may delete this.  I just don’t have the energy anymore. Read below.

The History of  ‘APRONS’


I don’t think our kids
know what an apron is.
The principal use of Grandma’s apron was to protect the dress underneath because she only had a few, and because it was easier to wash aprons than dresses, and aprons required less material.  But along with that, it served as a potholder for
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, Grandma 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, Grandma 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 Grandma’s aprons.


Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. 

Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

The EPA or CDC 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…


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