<TITLE>10. Par 30-32</TITLE>L-30 How many of you rebels know what a fried apple pie is? Oh, my, do I love them. I like them to put molasses on. See? And I--I--I'm not a Methodist; I'm a Baptist--I like to baptize them with molasses, you know, put plenty of it on, then eat them, hot butter and mmm.
So then when... "She was eating these fried apple pies." And said (it really like to took wife and I off our feet), and said, "If you don't believe that," pointed his finger, said, "I'll take you right up there and show her to you right now. She's..."
And the old man setting there, said, "That thar' is right." (The other old man. See?)
And I said, "Oh, I believe you."
He said, "They tell me the man's coming over here to Campbellsville, at the stadium. And said, "I'm going over to hear him. And I'm going to talk to him."
I said, "Yes, sir."
And he said, "And I'm going to ask him what that was that could tell him about that woman, and know that she's going to be well." Said, "Now, I just don't understand it."

L-31 "Oh," I said, "that's really phenomenal." I said, "It certainly is." And I thought, "Lord, You help me now," this next thing to say." But I remember my old mother used to tell me, "Give the cow enough rope, she'll hang herself," you know. So that's just about a good old southern expression that's true. I thought I'd just see how much he really cares. I'll throw him off the subject. I said, "You mind if I have one of them apples?"
He said, "The yellow jackets are eating them up. Guess you can have one."
You know what a yellow jacket is? Just sucking around on the apples. It was about the middle of August. And I picked up one and rubbed it on them old bloody, dirty pants, and took a bite off of it. Said, "My, it's a dandy."
Said, "Oh, yes. It's a dandy."
I said, "How--how long... how old is that tree?"
"Well," he said, "I planted the thing."
I said, "Oh."

L-32 He said, "It's about forty-eight years old." He said, "You see where that old chimney's standing up there on the hill?" Said, "I was borned up yonder." He said, "And--I when my pappy died..." He said, "We'd built this house down here." And said, "And then I moved down here, and all my young'uns has been born down here." And he said, "I've lived here ever since. And I planted that tree there, a little bitty thing. And I--I've just growed up with the tree."
"Yes, sir. I see." I said, "I notice all them apples are falling off."
He said, "Yeah, yep."
I said, "The leaves are falling."
"Yes, sir."
I said, "That's strange, isn't it?"
He said, "What do you mean?"
I said, "You know, we haven't had no frost, and yet those leaves are falling." And I said, "That's the reason we come over here to hunt in the hollow. The leaves on the trees are falling." And I said, "Wonder why they're falling before they have any frost?"
"Oh," he said, "they--they fall before they have frost."
And I said, "Yes, sir." And I said, "What makes them fall?"
He said, "Well, the--the life left them."
I said, "I see. And where did the life go?"
He said, "It went back down the tree, into the root of the tree."
"Oh, I see." I said, "Otherwise, if that leaf stayed on there, and the life stayed up there, it would hold the leaf there."
"Oh, yeah."
And I said, "Then the leaf goes off the tree, back down to the root to hide."
"Yes."
I said, "Why does it go down there?"
"Well," he said, "if it stayed up there, the winter would kill the--the tree. The life has to go down into the root, in the warm ground, to preserve the life, to bring another leaf up next fall."
"Oh," I said, "I see. And every time it comes up it brings you up a bunch of apples and so forth?"
"Yep, that's right."


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