Apples and Enoch Turner Schoolhouse


Having grown up on an apple farm, I love apples. We ate them whenever we wanted, at meals and in-between. So it was a very special treat to be presented with a fresh apple after my talk at Enoch Turner Schoolhouse in Toronto.
I enjoyed the evening, the beautiful setting, and the enthusiastic audience. Several people had attended one-room schools – some in Ontario, others as far away as New Brunswick, Saskatchewan, and even Britain. I shared one of Grace’s poems –  Morton Apples. She wrote it for a booklet of apple recipes we gave to customers at the farm.
Though the apple farm is no longer in our family, new technologies enable apples to be available year-round. Grace’s poem remains a reminder of those carefree days when I often had an apple in my hand.
                        Millie Morton

Morton Apples

Morton apples, they are dandy
Always keep a basket handy;
You can make a pie or cake,
You can even apples bake!
Use in dumplings, cookies, crunch,
Have for breakfast, dinner, lunch;
Give as gifts when you’re a guest,
You will be forever blessed;
Let the children have a share
They’re good for skin and teeth and hair;
When you’re off your feet a bit
Dine on apples as you sit.
Morton apples, do you hear?
Are sold to cooks year after year.
We’ve Spy and McIntosh and Sweet
The Snow and Delicious can’t be beat.
So use these up and come for more,
We’d like to sell them by the score.
                        Grace Morton