The misadventures of Greg Graham and Bobb Marly ( Cherry tree memories)

There were tart red bing cherries that were juicy and great to eat when one was thirtsty on a hot day. And the most fun for us but not for our mothers were the black heart cherries. They were so plentiful and dark purple on the outside that made them look black and the juice was a redish purple on the inside. We would climb that tree and have cherry seed battles as we ate and spit the seeds at eachother. And boy did they stain! I would imagine that most of our clothes especially t shirts were tie died with cherry juice from those battles. LOL But we had so much fun and was not out getting into trouble. I do not remember ever getting fussed at for it.

But the favorite tree was a very old yellow wax cherry tree that lost more and more limbs each year until there was nothing left but the trunk because it had gotten diseased . Up until it finaly lost all its limbs it never failed to produce cherries and they were always big and sweet and delicious! The bark of that tree was as rough as a pine cone and the tree was tall so you had to shimmy up it like climbing a power pole. We would get scratches and cuts all over our arms but those oh so sweet cherries and memories were worth every one. When that tree finally died it seemed that part of us died to. And now that we are grown and have gone each our own way the memories of those trees and the adventures we had keep us forever connected though there be hundreds of miles between us.