LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. —
She never took a bucket or basket to the barn to gather eggs. She simply lifted up the hem of her apron and turned it into a carry all. We would go to the garden where she would pick a mess of beans or peas and put them in her apron sack. Many times I’d get down on my knees and gravel (or grovel) out a mess of new potatoes with my fingers where the soil had cracked as they swelled up to eating size just beneath the surface. The spuds went into her apron on top of the beans or peas.
We’d go to the orchard and she would gather up what she called “a lap full” of apples in her apron. I would hold the top of a burlap feed sack open and she’d dump them into it.
And, yes, anytime trouble was brewing, such as when Dad was threatening me with a whipping, the safest thing to do and the safest place to be was to run behind my Mommy and grab hold of her apron strings.