It's been a difficult Friday morning. My daughter is sick, nothing major, don't worry. But I worry. So I was driving her from a school activity to the doctor's office, and I was trying to keep focused on being upbeat. So, naturally, I started thinking about the bloggers I know, and that started me thinking about aprons, and my daughter sitting beside me made me think of apron strings.
Then, it hit me, I used to listen to a song called "Apron Strings" (by Everything But The Girl) many years ago. I used to listen to it during the year that I was supporting a dear friend who was trying very hard to fall pregnant. The song made me cry, but in a good and cleansing way, so that I could continue being supportive.
If you like, you can listen to the song below, but it's the second song, so you'll have to fast-forward to 2:55.
Oh, and by the way, regarding the homework assignment from the previous post - many of you will be taking notes back to your parents this weekend. I'm just saying.
Apron strings
Hanging empty crazy things
My body tells me
I want someone to tie to my
Apron strings
Apron strings
Waiting for you pretty things
That I could call you
I want someone to tie to my
Lonely apron strings.
Your baby looks just like you when you were young
And he looks at me with eyes that shine
And I wish that he were mine
Then I go home
To my
Apron strings
Cold and lonely,
For time brings
thoughts that only
Will be quiet when someone clings
to my apron strings.
And I'll be perfect in my own way
When you cry I will be there
I'll sing to you and comb your hair
All your troubles I will share
For apron strings
Can be used for other things
Than what they're meant for
and you'd be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings
You'd be happy wrapped in my
Apron strings
Showing posts with label Apron week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Apron week. Show all posts
Friday, June 6, 2008
Thursday, June 5, 2008
It's still Apron Week people!
Now listen here people. I know we had a fabulous time at Trafo last night, and I know we aren't feeling too well this morning, ahem. But where is your COMMITMENT to APRON WEEK? It's Apron WEEK people, not Apron DAY. Is anyone out there listening? You girls in the back....are you passing NOTES? Have you heard a single WORD I said?
That's better.
Now that I have your attention, please admire exhibit A. This is a cookbook I purchased for a couple of dollars from a second-hand bookshop in Tel-Aviv a few years ago. It is dated 1940, and as you can see it is written in both English and German.
I am sure that if you all try very, very hard, you will be able to read the print. It will be worth it, I assure you.
The print below doesn't need to be read. It is just an example of how the book has three columns - English, German and Hebrew.
The image below is from the book, and has been added to this post simply because it is hysterically funny. While also being somewhat disturbing.
" The thoughtless housewife is wasteful and gives herself much extra work. Table and ground become dirty - when there is no little cat in the house!" is translated into German and Hebrew as well.
That's better.
Now that I have your attention, please admire exhibit A. This is a cookbook I purchased for a couple of dollars from a second-hand bookshop in Tel-Aviv a few years ago. It is dated 1940, and as you can see it is written in both English and German.
If you flip the book over, you can also see that it is written in Hebrew! It's so handy that Hebrew is written from right to left, allowing a book such as this to have two front covers.
Now, can anyone tell me why this book might be appropriate for a post this week? You two girls in the back...are you chewing gum? NO! Please tell me you didn't just stick that gum under that desk. What? Oh yes...quite right...the answer to my question is that the woman pictured on the cover of this book is wearing an APRON. Correct! And that woman is also reading a book, and the woman pictured on her book is also wearing an APRON. Thank you.
Here is the introduction to the book. Yes, girl in the back, you have a question? Oh...this photo is a little blurry and you can't read the print? You think that might be due to the fact that I took the photo after the Trafo celebration? Well. I think you may not be able to read the print because you, young lady, need to sit in the very front row of the class, right here, where I can keep an eye on you. That's better.
Below is a close-up of the introduction. Yes. I know I should have really scanned the damned thing, but I have no time, and I need sleep, and yet I AM COMMITTED TO APRON WEEK.
I am sure that if you all try very, very hard, you will be able to read the print. It will be worth it, I assure you.
The print below doesn't need to be read. It is just an example of how the book has three columns - English, German and Hebrew.
The image below is from the book, and has been added to this post simply because it is hysterically funny. While also being somewhat disturbing.
" The thoughtless housewife is wasteful and gives herself much extra work. Table and ground become dirty - when there is no little cat in the house!" is translated into German and Hebrew as well.This thoughtless housewife is wasteful and gives herself much extra work because she is blogging at midnight on a Thursday night instead of getting much-needed sleep. But this housewife takes her commitment to Apron Week very very seriously.
Do you?
Hmph.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
My apron story:
All families have stories which have been passed on from generation to generation. A family story, while it is usually based on pure fact, can often be a bit of a shapeshifter as the years go by. To begin with, you may see it as a funny anecdote, then it suddenly becomes a metaphorical journey, but then watch it as it slowly changes into a horrifying ghost-story, haunting you for the rest of your life. My grandpa’s story about my great-aunt Eva and the gift she received from my great-grandma takes on all of these shapes, and more.
In the early 1930s, perhaps a decade or so before Eurolush’s beautiful pansy-embroidered apron was sewn, my great-uncle Alec made the journey from America to Germany; he was on his way to study medicine. While studying at the German university he met a young German firecracker of a woman who was also studying to be a doctor. Her name was Eva. She was a young Jewish woman with big dreams for the future. Alec and Eva studied day and night, often alongside each other in the large, cold university library, until the day they married, and then they studied day and night at twin desks set up in their tiny new home.
Alec and Eva were still in the midst of their studies when they heard that a man called Adolf Hitler had come to power. They immediately took advantage of an opportunity to move to Berne, Switzerland where they finished their studies. Alec specialised in matters of the heart, he was a cardiologist. Eva also specialised in matters of the heart, but the metaphorical kind, for she was a psychiatrist. Immediately following their twin graduations, around 1936 or 37 (according to my grandpa’s memory) they both travelled to America, where Alec’s loving mother was waiting impatiently to finally meet her new daughter-in-law.
But we all know how difficult in-law relationships can be.
My great-grandma (my grandpa’s mother-in-law) was a strong and powerful woman who held her family together through thick and thin. Much of her strength and power lay in her ability to comfort and nurture the people around her. She was a balabusta – a housewife of the formidable kind, and as you can well imagine, she ALWAYS wore an apron when working in her kitchen.
As my great-grandma waited to meet her new daughter-in-law, she clutched a beautifully-wrapped gift to her chest. This gift was to be my great-grandma’s small token of love and hope, given to the new young wife of her beloved son Alec - a beautiful apron. So Alec and Eva arrived, the gift was presented, and opened, and much like the opening of Pandora’s box, the horrifying ghouls and ghosts and shrieking masses of horror and gore which immediately spun through my family’s life could never be put back in the box ever, ever again.
Eva, for all of her expertise in the matters of the heart and mind, was very very young. She was so young in fact, and so naive, that when she saw that apron (that apron which was probably as divinely beautiful as eurolush’s prized one) she saw only female servitude. Yes, she did. She saw, in her new mother-in-law’s twinkling eyes and thick-armed embrace, a maternal prison consisting of a stove, a sink, a brand-new refrigerator and a pretty little apron. She saw a life sentence which started with the phrase “What’s for dinner darling?” and finished with the phrase “Here lies a doctor’s wife” written on a cold, dark gravestone.
Eva immediately made her views concerning the apron crystal clear. As clear and pure as was her love for Alec, so was her hatred for her mother-in-law, and by association, all other family members, including Alec’s sister –her sister-in-law – my grandma. And all of this, all of this, based solely on the gift of an apron.
Now, here is where I must admit that I am no impartial bystander to this monumental family event, for I am very much my grandmother’s granddaughter. I knew my grandma very well, and I saw, with my own eyes, the terrible scars which Eva’s words had left on my grandma’s soft flesh. My Grandpa sums it up by saying that Eva’s tongue was sharper than any surgeon’s scalpel. My great-aunt-Eva had many years of psychiatric training, and she would sometimes (and this was most unfortunate for my grandma) use her powers for the dark side.
You see, my grandma was a born academic, excelling at university, double-majoring in French and Physics, Phi Beta Kappa. But she had left all of that behind her. She had left it all behind her so as to become a mother of three little children. This meant that she was a 1940s housewife, and like her own mother she ALWAYS wore her apron when working in the kitchen. According to my grandpa, Eva NEVER forgot the “put-down gift” (as he likes to call it), and she never missed an opportunity to torture my grandma with it. My grandpa, indeed, claims that even in old age, Eva and my grandma could hardly be in the same room for more than a minute before the sparks would begin to fly.
Those sparks are still flying around my head as I write this.
I still feel the fire, and I think that my own daughter, Eva’s great-great-niece, may well carry this torch of a story into the dark, unknown future. But, in the meantime, I look at those divine, delicate, domestic works of art - those aprons - and I wish with all my might that Eva had simply said “Thank you very much” and “How kind”, and then put her apron gift away in the back of a drawer.
Just in case someone in the family might need it some day.
In the early 1930s, perhaps a decade or so before Eurolush’s beautiful pansy-embroidered apron was sewn, my great-uncle Alec made the journey from America to Germany; he was on his way to study medicine. While studying at the German university he met a young German firecracker of a woman who was also studying to be a doctor. Her name was Eva. She was a young Jewish woman with big dreams for the future. Alec and Eva studied day and night, often alongside each other in the large, cold university library, until the day they married, and then they studied day and night at twin desks set up in their tiny new home.
Alec and Eva were still in the midst of their studies when they heard that a man called Adolf Hitler had come to power. They immediately took advantage of an opportunity to move to Berne, Switzerland where they finished their studies. Alec specialised in matters of the heart, he was a cardiologist. Eva also specialised in matters of the heart, but the metaphorical kind, for she was a psychiatrist. Immediately following their twin graduations, around 1936 or 37 (according to my grandpa’s memory) they both travelled to America, where Alec’s loving mother was waiting impatiently to finally meet her new daughter-in-law.
But we all know how difficult in-law relationships can be.
My great-grandma (my grandpa’s mother-in-law) was a strong and powerful woman who held her family together through thick and thin. Much of her strength and power lay in her ability to comfort and nurture the people around her. She was a balabusta – a housewife of the formidable kind, and as you can well imagine, she ALWAYS wore an apron when working in her kitchen.
As my great-grandma waited to meet her new daughter-in-law, she clutched a beautifully-wrapped gift to her chest. This gift was to be my great-grandma’s small token of love and hope, given to the new young wife of her beloved son Alec - a beautiful apron. So Alec and Eva arrived, the gift was presented, and opened, and much like the opening of Pandora’s box, the horrifying ghouls and ghosts and shrieking masses of horror and gore which immediately spun through my family’s life could never be put back in the box ever, ever again.
Eva, for all of her expertise in the matters of the heart and mind, was very very young. She was so young in fact, and so naive, that when she saw that apron (that apron which was probably as divinely beautiful as eurolush’s prized one) she saw only female servitude. Yes, she did. She saw, in her new mother-in-law’s twinkling eyes and thick-armed embrace, a maternal prison consisting of a stove, a sink, a brand-new refrigerator and a pretty little apron. She saw a life sentence which started with the phrase “What’s for dinner darling?” and finished with the phrase “Here lies a doctor’s wife” written on a cold, dark gravestone.
Eva immediately made her views concerning the apron crystal clear. As clear and pure as was her love for Alec, so was her hatred for her mother-in-law, and by association, all other family members, including Alec’s sister –her sister-in-law – my grandma. And all of this, all of this, based solely on the gift of an apron.
Now, here is where I must admit that I am no impartial bystander to this monumental family event, for I am very much my grandmother’s granddaughter. I knew my grandma very well, and I saw, with my own eyes, the terrible scars which Eva’s words had left on my grandma’s soft flesh. My Grandpa sums it up by saying that Eva’s tongue was sharper than any surgeon’s scalpel. My great-aunt-Eva had many years of psychiatric training, and she would sometimes (and this was most unfortunate for my grandma) use her powers for the dark side.
You see, my grandma was a born academic, excelling at university, double-majoring in French and Physics, Phi Beta Kappa. But she had left all of that behind her. She had left it all behind her so as to become a mother of three little children. This meant that she was a 1940s housewife, and like her own mother she ALWAYS wore her apron when working in the kitchen. According to my grandpa, Eva NEVER forgot the “put-down gift” (as he likes to call it), and she never missed an opportunity to torture my grandma with it. My grandpa, indeed, claims that even in old age, Eva and my grandma could hardly be in the same room for more than a minute before the sparks would begin to fly.
Those sparks are still flying around my head as I write this.
I still feel the fire, and I think that my own daughter, Eva’s great-great-niece, may well carry this torch of a story into the dark, unknown future. But, in the meantime, I look at those divine, delicate, domestic works of art - those aprons - and I wish with all my might that Eva had simply said “Thank you very much” and “How kind”, and then put her apron gift away in the back of a drawer.
Just in case someone in the family might need it some day.
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
APRON WEEK!!!
I have just received a red alert from eurolush, apparently this is officially.....
APRON WEEK
In honour of APRON WEEK I can now officially unveil the apron which I wore while writing last night's superhero post. You can see the apron here. You will, however, have to use your imagination to see me posing in it. Very well, I will give you a little help...I am posing with a very powerful and stern demeanour. And a martini glass in hand.
Cheers!
APRON WEEK
In honour of APRON WEEK I can now officially unveil the apron which I wore while writing last night's superhero post. You can see the apron here. You will, however, have to use your imagination to see me posing in it. Very well, I will give you a little help...I am posing with a very powerful and stern demeanour. And a martini glass in hand.
Cheers!
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