Fruits and Flowers

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Title Saga of the Sanpitch Vol 10
Subject Pioneers
Description Stories and poems about early Southern Utah Pioneers
Publisher Snow College
Date 1978
Type Text
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Language eng
Rights Management Snow College
Holding Institution Snow College
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Date Created 2005-03-01
Date Modified 2005-03-01
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Title Fruits and Flowers
Description climbing the cherry tree and enjoyed the cherries as much as the apples. East of the black-cherry tree was a smaller pie-cherry tree that bore neavi 1 y. The sma 11, red cherries had a wonderful sweet-and-sour flavor when warmed by the sun of a summer afternoon and allowed to become completely ripe. I liked them as much as the black ones; there were more of them, and they were easier to pick. In 1 ate summer and through the fa 11 other choice fruits and berries were ours to relish: red currants, black ("stink but") currants, and raspberries in the garden; greengage plums, pears, purple plums (or prunes}, and large red plums Mother called French plums. Wonderful! She made a juice from the red plums that she "put up" in quart bottles of the bottles with strong string to prevent them from being blown out after two and three months of fizzing. When opened, perhaps after Christmas, enriched with more sugar and whatever Danish magic mother mixed with it, it tasted delicious enough to make a success of any family gathering. When I recall the red currant jelly, black currant jelly, and raspberries fresh from the bush, I believe the decline of our cluinary civilization has begun. Not for years have I been able to buy black currant jelly (never more than a third-rate competitor for the jelly mother made); and it has been years since I picked raspberries fresh from the bush. (Last year, in the sweet, warm berries picked freely sixty ;'ears ago.) Father had planted three pear trees at considerable distances from each other; two were bartletts, the other a winter pear. We didn't get many winter pears, a fair supply from one bartlett, and only a few from the other. It was located between the chicken shed and the pig pen, where it didn't get much water--but the flavor of its fruit was not impaired by the nature of its environment. One year it bore so few pears that they were all big. I entered perhaps three or four in the County Fair, and was mighty proud when they won an award-first, second, third-I cannot remember which. Then came fall and winter apples: porters for fall eating, Rhode Island Greenings for pies, and winter pearmains. We also had a winesap tree. I have always regarded "winesap" as an appealing name for an apple, but ours didn't do well a -69-
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Source Saga of the Sanpitch Vol. 10
Setname snowc_sts
Date Created 2005-02-23
Date Modified 2005-02-23
ID 323646
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