So what is a Marionberry????  I chose to name my website MARIONBERRY COTTAGE since that is my most fave hands down blackberry. What I soon found out is that many outside the Pacific Northwest had no clue what a marionberry was! I was asked if I named my shop after the Washington DC guy, or do I know someone named "Marion". Well now I am on a mission to educate everyone just what a MARIONBERRY is... Here is the "official" description of the Marionberry--direct from the Oregon Berry Commssion Fresh season is typically July 10 - August 10. A native Oregonian. A cross between Chehalem blackberry and Olallieberry blackberry. Medium-sized (5.0g) dark red to black berry with a medium seed and central receptacle. Known as the Cabernet of Blackberries for its complex, rich earthy flavor. Bred at Oregon State University and raised primarily in Oregon. Named after Marion County, Oregon Oregon produces 28-33 million pounds annually. _____________________________________________ The History of APRONS I don't think our kids know what an apron is. The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath.  Because she only had a few, it was easier to wash aprons than dresses and they used less material, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tears, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables.  After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the  hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that 'old-time apron' that served so many purposes. Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool.  Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw. They would go crazy now trying to figure out how many germs were on that apron. I don't think I ever caught anything from an apron.............