Apple Memories

There are so many memories sitting at our/grandmother's kitchen table pealing apples. There was a golden delicious apple tree just outside the back door, just beyond the cistern. Grandmother dried many apples from that tree out the bed of her old pickup. She also helped many of us freeze apples from that tree.

She shared many bushels of apples from that tree. It was just her way to share what God had blessed her with. Many neighbors, friends, and family have enjoyed aples from that tree. Several years ago a storm got the best of that tree. After being cut down and used for firewood to heat the house, another tree was planted in its place. That tree too has gone, but through the kindness of a good friend I sat tonight looking out the window from that kitchen table where those trees had been thinking of grandmother. Remembering fried apples, apple pies and of course everyone's favorite, fried apple pies.

Grandmother not only shared her apples, she taught so much while "working" them as she would call it. She taught lessons on cooking, freezing, giving, sharing and loving. She was one of my best teachers every!