Extemporaneous musings, occasionally poetic, about life in its richly varied dimensions, especially as relates to history, theology, law, literature, science, by one who is an attorney, ordained minister, historian, writer, and African American.
Friday, September 29, 2017
MISSOURI "APPLES" REFLECTIONS
MISSOURI APPLES 🍎
Crisp early-fall mornings like this one remind me of apples. Crisp red, green, yellow apples of our mid-Missouri locale, come along with our annual harvests of its as nice pumpkins, corn, watermelon.
Back in the early 1990s, while convalescing from life-changing surgery, I used to drive aimlessly alone down Hwy 24 into the heart of apple country, to clear my soul.
It ran roughly east-west northerly of and somewhat parallel to, the Missouri River, through what I later learned was termed "Little Dixie," owing to the dense concentration of African slaves in this part of the state. I learned these demographic facts a few years later, when I was assigned the Brooks Chapel AME Church ministry as pastor in Butler, Missouri, 60 miles south of Kansas City, in Bates County, Missouri, in 1995. That was where I began my serious study of our state's and our nation's dramatic Civil War history.
Getting back to apples, this may be a good time to make an apple pie.