Will you save me the core?

Story ID:	149
Written by:	Bonnie Jarvis-Lowe (bio, link, contact, other stories)
Organization:	Retired RN/Freelance Writer and Photographer
Story type:	Musings, Essays and Such
Location:	Port Saunders, Northern Peninsula, Newfoundland and Labrador Canada
Year:	1957
Person:	School Friends/The Beautiful Apples

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Posted 03/08/2006 09:37 by Kathe M. Campbell | Reply

Bonns, will you save me the core? I have yet to see a real live apple tree up here on my mountain.

Posted 03/09/2006 13:59 | Reply

A great story… My children expect fresh fruit year round. They look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them that as a child - you couldn't eat fresh cantaloupes in the winter.

Posted 03/09/2006 16:57 by Nancy J. Kopp | Reply

Some beautiful memories in your essay, Bonnie. I enjoyed it immensely. Thanks for a good read.
Nancy Julien Kopp

Posted 06/07/2006 09:53 by Gail Lee Martin | Reply

I'm sure here in Kansas we don't know what a good apple should taste like. As a kid I remember getting a bag of candy & nuts at our school's Christmas party and there was one big, red, shiny apple. Wow it was good. Thanks for sharing yours. Gail

Posted 12/10/2006 22:58 by K. L. Farnum | Reply

Delightful story. I would have loved an apple to munch on as I read your story. Good one.

Posted 12/20/2006 23:34 | Reply

As I was reading your story, my mouth was watering for a slice or two of a fresh, crisp apple. Listen! Can you hear the crunch of that first bite?
Love the way you share your memories, Bonnie.
Sandi in FL.

Posted 04/23/2007 05:24 by Susan Hammett Poole | Reply

Another well-deserved award winning entry! On one hand, I was breathing in the aroma of the apple blossoms and the fragrant apples as you wrote about them, while on the other hand, my heart hurt thinking of hungry tummies as children asked you for the apple core. What a blessing that you learned to share early on and that your family's apple barrel never came up empty. I believe it's because you all so liberally gave of what you had, which caused God to give the increase. Your life has certainly been something of the same...you have such an abundance of memories to draw from that your stories will never end. How wonderful for us as readers to find this so.