There were a lot of apple orchards in our town when we were growing up. During the summertime, asparagus would grow wild in the orchard directly behind our house. We were allowed to pick it and sell it to the neighbors for ten cents a pound. At that price we could never pick enough for all those who wanted some. We could buy quite a bit with our "fun" money since treats like Twinkies sold for five cents each. Sometimes in the summer we, along with our brother Wayne, would set up a tent in the orchard and sleep outside.Apple pickin' time in the fall meant that many of our friends and their parents would gather to harvest the apples. Mostly, the kids just chased eac
h other around the trees and ate the apples while the grown-ups picked. We thought it was lots of fun. Our church owned the orchard, so the apples were distributed to those in need. However, each family who helped pick received a bushel of bright red, juicy apples to take home."Staccato" is the smaller version done in bright batik fabrics.
