In Central Pennsylvania,
Autumn was a very busy time of the
year for most folks, my family especially. That
time to gather apples from the many trees on
relatives land .
My Dad would gather my Step-Mom, cousins and more
as well as me and we picked apples until we were
We had relatives peeling apples by hand and some
apple peeler that was powered by a hand crank
As this chore was being done, a Hugh black iron
pot was hung
by heavy duty chains from a metal tripod like
which there was a large wood fire burning under
A small amount of water was put into the pot
many apples. There were wonderful spices of
nutmeg and allspice that were added and the
scent of apples
cooking in spices filled the air with a most
As the apples cooked down, the mixture began to
slightly and my Dad used a long wooden pole to
so they wouldn't scorch. More apples and spices
added as could be put in the pot. After several
apples turned a deep brown and the scent made
for a taste of them.
We children were finished
with our part of the Apple
Butter making and we walked out into the woods and
hill to a dirt road, where we walked and sang, "
Irene" at the top of our lungs.
The smell of the Oak wood
burning and the Apple Butter
blended together as it drifted out over our
little part of
the world and we contented children were
to look out over those gorgeous Allegheny
were filled with every color of leaves we could
the wondrous scents of a sunny Autumn day and
drifting on the wind.
This is one day in my life that happened every
and I never tired of helping to make Apple
of eating it.
Ann Marie Fisher
© October 25, 2006
Psalm 135: 3
Praise the LORD; for the LORD is good: sing
unto his name; for it is pleasant.