A little red apple

                          A Little Red Apple

                             A little red apple
                             Hung high in a tree.
                             I looked up at it,
                             And it looked down at me.
                             “Come down, please,” I called.
                             And what do you suppose?
                             That little red apple
                             Dropped right on my nose!

                                                              An American Original

 John Chapman, aka Johnny Appleseed was born in 1774 in Leominster, Massachusetts. He died near Fort Wayne, Indiana, in the early 1840s, having spent the last 32 years of his life wandering throughout western Pennsylvania and Ohio planting apple nurseries. He was a strict vegetarian and Christian who followed Emanuel Swedenborg’s teachings and was known for wearing hand me down clothes and going bare foot even in winter. When he died he owned 1200 acres of apple nurseries scattered throughout Richland County Ohio, which he passed on to his sister. 

  Apples are one of those plants that never breed true from seed; thus there are thousands of different kinds of apples, very few of which are today commercially grown and sold in your local supermarket. In John Chapman’s day there were many more kinds of apples, most of which were grown for their cider producing qualities, and because cider could be distilled into an alcoholic drink called Applejack. 

  Today’s commercial apples are all grown by various cloning techniques such as tissue culture, and cuttings, and then grafted onto one of a half dozen root stocks that are known to provide a sturdy base for the new tree.  This means that the branch of Yellow Delicious apples on the 4 way apple tree in the middle of the patio is not only ‘just like’ the original tree, but actually ‘is’ the original tree that was found on the Mullins’ family farm in Clay County, West Virginia and sold to Stark Bros Nurseries in 1914.


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