Boy did this thread bring back wonderful memories. There's only one thing. It was my grandFATHER who wore the apron, as he did all the cooking. He was my "Bumpy George" and I have a picture of him in my head tasting his fabulous, homemade gravy wearing an apron. He was the best cook in the world and taught me how to make gravy from scratch. When I was little, he used to sing me to sleep at night with "Goodnight Sweetheart". I miss him.