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9.30.2012

tears in my applesauce



My daddy came and picked up my son.  They were off to the apple orchard, which is just up the road from our house.  They returned with two beautiful 1/2 peck bags of gala and jonagolds.  So, I had to decide what to do with them.  Addie loves applesauce and it's pretty easy in the crock pot so I'd heard.  I went to my trusty google and found homemade crock pot applesauce (highly recommend).  I got my knife and picked up an apple and it was as if I was 6 years old again.  My grandpa used to pick me up and take me to the apple orchard, he would  sing Jesus loves the little children on the way.  I thought he was the greatest because he could peel a whole apple without breaking the peeling, leaving a ringlet of peel for me to play with while I ate my apple. The tears came, the sadness filled up from the stomach, and the memories flowed.  My grandpa went to get apples weekly during apple season and he always got as much as he could carry.  Although he did eat a lot of apples he did not buy them all for him.  But because he gave them away.  He would take a shut in, widow apples and the crazy man who thumbs from church to church and his sister and who ever he saw he thought needed an apple.  So, the tears filled my applesauce as I peeled and chopped and remembered what a wonderful grandpa he was and how serving God can be as simple as "Hey I got some extra apples, you want some?"


He who is kind to the poor lends to the LORD, and he will reward him for what he has done.
Proverbs 19:17

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8 comments:

  1. Unknown9/30/2012 10:25 PM

    beyond beautiful, karrie. Love sitting in memory-land with you tonight.

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  2. kendal10/01/2012 5:57 AM

    this is beautiful, my friend. i miss you so much!

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  3. Gaby10/01/2012 7:28 AM

    I had one of those grandpas. He was a dentist and he would treat people who could not pay for free. Way before he knew of Christ. It drove my grandma crazy that he would not bring money home. And then she met Christ. And then it all made sense.

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  4. Anonymous10/01/2012 8:02 AM

    What a wonderful memory. I too have fond memories of apple orchards and cider presses. Your words took me to a place in the Pocono Mountains where we spent hours gathering apples for pies and cider. Now that fall is here I really miss those precious times. So glad I came by today. You made me smile.

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  5. Denise10/02/2012 10:08 PM

    Such a precious, heart touching post.

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  6. Paula10/04/2012 3:09 AM

    This is beautiful :) Perhaps you'll stop by and link up on my blog hop?
    It's funny how memories can strike in moments like these. I still smell my Grandma's perfume and think of her, and the gnomes she had in a tiny terrarium.

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  7. A Daughter of the King10/04/2012 10:54 PM

    What a great tribute to your grandpa and his manly, Godly, loving nature!

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  8. Shebecomes10/07/2012 12:51 AM

    This reminds me of my grandpa who I greatly miss. What a blessing it is to have grandparents sow seeds of servanthood into our lives.

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