Barbara Smith

A few days ago, when cleaning out our refrigerator, there was a small amount of gravy that I poured into the sink so I could wash the container. It had been there a couple of days, and I did not foresee anyone eating it. I used the word pour, however, I should rather have said,

There are people who make it their job to come up with the best and most creative excuses of why, ’it’s not my job’.  They are so creative in fact you think to yourself, ‘This person is brilliant, they could in fact get an excellent job and do it very well’, if they would acknowledge

I recently was able to get a new computer, which is always exciting and a true blessing. As I was saving documents and pictures from the old to the new, I came across this article in the process. I do not know where I heard this or what missionary had told it, but it is

When we hear the word apron we think of grandmother, mother, housewife, cozy kitchen, and apple pie.  In the 1920’s this was the exact picture that you would see, with the apron being a symbol of good old-fashioned hospitality and the icon for the domestic princesses. However, they have served a plethora of purposes before