My parents purchased an acre of land outside of Evansville IN in 1941. Their plan was to build a house and live there raising us three kids. Well, as was referred to in an earlier posting, construction was to start December 8, 1941. We all know what happened on December 7, 1941. All construction was halted.
They didn’t forget that they had this acre of land, and did things in preparation for the end of the war and construction could begin. Dad did a project where he looked for water. He bought this collection of porous pipes and attempted to drive them into the ground. All he really got out of that was exercise, and the attempt was forgotten. They were sure city water would be there when hostilities ended.
My contribution was an elberta peach tree. It was a very small seedling, and I had to bring water from home to nourish it. I continued to care for this for several years, when it reached growth to be self-sustaining. Then all of a sudden, my parents stopped going to the acre. I never found out why. Then shortly after the war, my grandfather got sick with cancer, and my parents savings to build a house went for his care. They ended up having to sell the acre to our neighbors Wayne and Barbara who built a house ther.
Sometimes i wonder how my peach tree came out of all this. Maybe it was good for a bunch of pies.
Jacoby
Bill,
Your story about your orchard remind me of my mom. Her parents had a plot of land in upstate NY, Rochester I believe. She would tell me how they used to have an orchard of all kinds of fruit trees in the back, but as her father got sick (and then her mother much later on); they had to sell land little by little until all that was left was the house with a backyard. My mom has passed now, but your orchard post reminded me of the stories she would tell me. Thank you for sharing