Powdertown: Fowler's Apple Tree

I have been on a journey of reminiscence lately.  Hopefully, if you are reading this week's post it is because you enjoyed last week's about Chatfield Park and you want to see some more.  If you missed last week, please take the time to read it now, I promise  I'll be waiting here when you are done.

Last week,  I explained how Chatfield Park was so much a part of every Powdertown kid!  It amazes me how one place can hold countless memories.  How there is no need of photographs to help us remember, as it is forever etched in our minds.  

One other such place would have to be our back lot which was centrally located in the settlement.  This was not the lot where our house was located but rather across the alley.  It was the "unofficial" Powdertown playground.  At the far end was a baseball diamond, marked only by the worn dirt paths that lead to each base. This lot also hosted my Dad's workshop and a huge vegetable garden.  

For me, the most memorable part of this lot would have to be our beloved apple tree.  You are probably laughing at me right now for speaking so affectionately about a tree.  I'm counting on at least a few of you to recognize the love one has for that perfect climbing tree from your childhood.  If I am right, your mind probably just flashed to it!  As I mentioned, no need for photographs as I could recall each branch by heart and am told, by my sis, that I got it just right! 

Powdertown Series:
Fowler's Apple Tree

Not only was this tree great for climbing,  but it also had this one branch that was perfect for flipping and hanging upside down.  It was way better than any swing set or jungle gym could ever aspire to be. We loved the green canopy of leaves, as it was a great way for us to stay hidden from any passerby or from the neighbor boys playing baseball. We all have our different reasons for loving this tree,  but one I think every kid in the hood could agree on is that it produced the most amazing little green SOUR apples.  Much to my father's dismay, no kid could ever leave the apples alone so they could ripen into sweet mature fruit!  Despite all of his pleas, no one could resist the tempting little sour apples!  So sorry Dad.   Anyway, the tree got taken down years ago and I do remember feeling sad when I got the news...I think I was in college.

So glad you took the time to read my blog this week.  Hope you take time this week to think of some of your own special "happy places" from childhood.  Maybe think of your own unique way to record these for your children, I know mine love to hear the stories.  Hope you come back next week to see the third painting in the Powdertown Series.