A Symbol of a Family’s Place in American Culture
Recently, my aunt and mother’s youngest sister handed me a bag of aprons she’d been storing in her attic and wanted me to have them. I returned home with the bag and put it on the shelf in my bedroom closet. Weeks later when I saw her, I asked her about them. “I don’t want these aprons to carry ghosts of unknown dead people in my house.” I joked. “No, all those aprons belonged to someone in the family,” she said.