John Gardner Coolidge was a bit of a rebel. During prohibition in the 1920’s and 30’s, he harvested the apples from the orchard to make cider when the sale of alcohol was illegal with the passage of the 18th amendment. The apples in this orchard today are “Donald Wyman” crab apples, chosen to resemble apples but without the pest, disease, and maintenance of apple cultivation. The orchard has certainly seen a lot of history as the fruits have fulfilled different functions throughout the years – adapting to the needs of humans.


Write an ode to the apples of New England, thanking them for how they contribute to the farming, agriculture, and cuisine of our fall season!

Don’t like apples? Write poem about why instead!

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