In the summer of 1996, we had just moved to this house and never yet tasted the apples. In fact Kelly, the woman we bought the place from, told us the tree never produced and my husband was trying to decide if he should leave it alone or take it down. It was already old, and propped up with a 4X4 post and filled with woodpecker holes throughout the massive, leaning, trunk. The neighborhood had many other, old, moss covered apple trees, but even 19 years later none of them are even 1/4 the diameter of this tree.
