Our family heirloom is an apple. No, not a carefully curated first generation iPod, but an actual, grown-on-a-tree apple. The kind you eat and it supposedly keeps the doctor away.
As the story goes, my great-great-great grandfather, H.J. Ludlow, a horticulturalist, grafted this special, hearty apple. It grew on the shores of Lake Okabena in Worthington, Minnesota, and took the name “The Okabena Apple.” Continue Reading →