Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas, Good Yule

Merry Christmas

Here is one of my favorite Christmas memories.  Me, my dad, my little sister and my grandfather (mother's father) when I was 10 years old.  Choosing two Christmas trees out of the spruce stand in the upper pasture.

About a week before Christmas, we would drive out with the Allis Chalmers B and the trailer.  Then we would traipse through the over grown trees until we found two suitable trees.

It looks like from this photo, that Mom skied out with us to take pictures.  Her skies are stuck in the snow.  We would load them in the trailer to take them back to the farm.  Then they would stand in the warmth of the dairy barn for a day to let them melt off.  I remember one year there was the faint odor of cow instead of strictly spruce.

My sister and I had the joy of decorating two trees.  One at home, and one at Grandma and Papa's.  There was never a shortage of ornaments at home because we kept making new ones.  And we reused the garland and tinsel until it was thread bare and crinkled beyond belief.

But at the farm house the old standbys were saved and treasured.  I don't ever remember breaking any, but over the years we certainly did lose some.

May your holidays be joyous and your memories warm.

P.S.  Did anyone else get like a dozen seed catalogs in the mail today?  Time to start planning!

Wassail

One interesting aspect of the Christmas season is that all of America is basically forced to switch over to Winter Music.  I embrace the notion and find it amusing that you can listen to a pop station and over the course of twenty minutes hear everything from hymns by the Vienna Boys Choir, through Bing Crosby, the big band era, the Trans Siberian Orchestra and finish up with Justin Beiber.

And it's often some very bad winter music.  Thank God I've only heard the dogs barking Jingle Bells and the Chipmunks once so far.  Another one that always drives me up a wall is My Favorite Things.  Ok, so it's a bit winter themed (... warm woolen mittens...sleigh bells... snowflakes and silver white winters....), but that's only 4 out of 14 things that are wintery which works out to be only 28% winter.  Heaven forbid we have to listen to daily it the other 72% of the year instead.

The radio stations also cram all the other winter songs into the Holiday Season.  This kicks off with Over The River and Through the Wood which started life as a Thanksgiving poem, celebrates the first snowfall with Frosty the Snowman and gallops on to the Skater's Waltz.   Many of these so called "Christmas" songs such as Winter Wonderland have no Christmas imagery at all and would do just as well in March in many parts of the country.  Although I admit that by March most of the wonder has worn off of winter.  Jingle Bells really ought to hold off until January or February when we have enough of a snow base to actually use a sleigh... but I digress.

Like I said, I embrace this plan.  After all, under the guise of Christmas, we're getting to enjoy many styles and artists who have faded from popularity.  In fact, we get to hear some really ancient songs and never give it a thought.  They are part and parcel of our traditions even though the traditions they speak of have fallen out of custom.   How many Americans do you think actually know when good King Wenceslas looked out on the Feast of Stephen? (the second day of Christmas) or when the Twelfth Day of Christmas is or why there's a partridge in the pear tree (there isn't really) or why there is more than one day of Christmas at all?

Sometimes you will even hear a really ancient song which has nothing to do with Christmas or winter.  Greensleeves sometimes get's some air time simply because the tune was reused for What Child is This? and that song has been around since 1580.  You may have realized somewhere in the last four paragraphs that I have been sitting in front of a computer for 8 hours a day for over a decade with the luxury of the internet and all of the knowledge of the world at my finger tips.  I can Google all day long and soak up pages of knowledge while I'm waiting impatiently for some report to run.

Well once in a while I find out something really interesting.  For instance:  the other day an old version of Wassail Wassail came on the radio.  Now I enjoy this song as well as Here We Come A Wassailing and I know the basics of Wassailing and it's tradition.  But this time as I read the history of wassail, one fact stood out for me.  Wassail is a cider based drink and...

In parts of Medieval Britain, a different sort of wassailing emerged: farmers wassailed their crops and animals to encourage fertility. An observer recorded, "They go into the Ox-house to the oxen with the Wassell-bowle and drink to their health." The practice continued into the eighteenth century, when farmers in the west of Britain toasted the good health of apple trees to promote an abundant crop the next year. Some placed cider-soaked bread in the branches to ward off evil spirits. In other locales, villagers splashed the trees with cider while firing guns or beating pots and pans. Sometimes they sang special songs:

Let every man take off his hat 
And shout out to th'old apple tree 
Old apple tree we wassail thee 
And hoping thou will bear.

Interesting.  When I mentioned it to my husband he suggested we try it.  We've done plenty of silly things.  Everyone knows our penchant for home made liquor.  And no one would find it too odd if we were to begin firing guns and beating pots and pans.  I do think it's at least time to take a gallon of cider out of the freezer and make some Wassail.

Here is a recipe that sounds pretty good: Recipe Link

 Happy Winter Solstice.  The days will be longer now!

The Christmas Season

The Christmas Season is well underway here.  The third batch of Glögg is cooling on the stove, and the first batch of cookie dough is chilling on the porch.  Thursday is the neighborhood cookie swap and we will be ready!

The house is decorated and although I have not purchased a single new vegetable Christmas ornament this year, I did go with a new decorating theme.  Burlap.  It seems a country gardener sort of trend worth embracing.  

I have natural colored burlap in the living room, and cream colored in the dining room where I display my cream and green graniteware. I purchased every burlap poinsettia in town, and the living room is accented with dark red burlap poinsettias

  
There were no cream colored poinsettias to be had locally (although I've found some mail order ones for next year) so bows were the obvious solution.

The tree was the most fun to reinvent.  Last year after our little Hemlock had lost every singe needle I purchased a nice table top sized artificial tree on sale.  

I wanted to keep with the simple country theme so I went with handmade Swedish straw ornaments, gold balls, and handmade egg ornaments.

I've been saving these blown out poulet eggs for years.  They are in shades of cream, soft brown, and green.  I put wires through them, secured by plastic beads.  In person they are really beautiful.

Of course I have tubs and tubs full of  ornaments and floral picks left over...

... so I just go around the house scattering them...

Nothing is ignored...

Even a vintage kitchen sieve full of ornaments looks festive.

King David Apples

This was a good year for our apple orchard which was a rewarding outcome seeing as how we put so much work into it.  We spent two full days attacking the rose bushes.  My stepfather mowed it a couple of times afterwards.  My uncle lit the bonfires, and those piles had to be tended and worked with several times after. 

The reward was that the grass and brush was kept to a minimum making it possible to gather apples.  Since the trees are so tall and the productive branches are mostly younger growth at the top, there is very little picking and a lot of picking-up.  I picked at least three bushels myself.  The Amish picked five bushels and my mother and step father picked several bushes.  There were eating apples, pies, applesauce and cider enough for everyone.  Five bushels were taken to the mill yielding an astonishing 21 gallons.  The mill told us that generally you get three gallons a bushel but ours averaged over four gallons a bushel.

We also removed several old trunks making way for new trees.  I’ve made my list for replacement trees.  The first on the list was the Yellow Transparent.  We have a nice tree in our backyard but it is within jumping distance of the woods and the squirrels take every apple before they fully ripen.  And what the squirrels don’t get, the crows and the deer eat.  By locating it in the orchard with its lower wildlife population we have a much better chance of defending a tree.  Second on the list is the Chenango Strawberry.  There is a grafted limb on one orchard tree.  My mother and her father did this decades ago with a scion from my great grandmother’s tree.  We get half a dozen apples each year and long for more.

Another obvious choice is a Red Astrachan.  Since I spent four years assuming the grafted tree in the garden was an Astrachan, and hearing such glowing reports from friends who know the variety,  I am curious to sample one.  I also would like an Esopus Spitzenburg which was the favorite apple of Thomas Jefferson.  It does well in a cold climate and keeps well.

And finally, my two favorite apples, the Golden Delicious and the Honey Crisp.  My uncle says there are or were Golden Delicious trees in the center of the orchard, but if they are still standing they are one of the trees that haven’t been producing.  The Honey Crisp is a new variety, but is popular enough that even Big Horse Creek Farms, who dedicates themselves to preserving the old varieties, carries it.

King David

The star of the orchard this year was again the “King” tree.  This is a nicely shaped, healthy tree which is consistently the biggest producer in the orchard.  And everyone enjoys the apples.  They are dark red, yellow fleshed and keep well.  I asked my mother if she remembered which King variety it was and she said they always “just called it the King tree”.  So I set out to narrow the options and identify it.  The most common apple with a name containing King was the Tompkins King, but it did not fit our description at all. 

Jonathan

 After much googling and reading I noticed a variety called King David.  This is thought to be a cross between the Jonathan and the Arkansas Black and descriptions and photos I found matched our King apple exactly.  There was even an old trade card from Stark Brothers Nursery available on eBay.  Hmmm…  I wonder if that is where these trees came from.  Certainly during that time period Stark Brothers was shipping a whole lot of trees.  There was a district office in New York.  One way to find out.  I know the orchard was planted in 1938.  I began looking for a 1938 Stark Brothers catalog and it didn’t take too long to find one.  The test would be, were all the other known varieties we had also available from Stark Brothers in 1938?  If so, it would be likely that one of their most touted trademarked varieties, the Stark King David, would be in our orchard.

Arkansas Black

 The known list of apple varieties that are still here or are remembered to be here are:

The King apple

Greening

Northern Spy (Double Red)

Double Red Delicious

Cortland

Golden Delicious

Snow

Yellow Transparent

When I received my 1938 salesman's plate book I anxiously opened it and went down the list.  The Stark King David had a large spread as did the Golden Delicious.  Northern Spy: check.  Double Red Delicious: check.  Cortland: check .  Yellow Transparent: check.  I searched the fine print.  Greening … Rhode Island Greening and Northwestern Greening both available...hmm.  Well, check.  Snow: sold under the name Fameuse check.  Yes, they were all there.  Bingo!

So, my conclusion is:  Great Uncle Doug ordered most or all of our trees from Stark Brothers Nursery.  One of them was our now venerate King David tree.  As I looked through the glossy color plates and enticing descriptions I wondered “Uncle Doug, why didn’t you order one of these?”  Well maybe he did.  Maybe this is the key to some of the mystery trees in the back.  Maybe they were not as hardy and resistant as the remaining varieties and are among the many blank spaces on the north side which are now going to be filled with new trees.  The orchard goes on…

Stark Bros Plate