Came too check on my Sister. We walked down the old red dirt road. Osage Orange trees dotted the fence. I treated her to supper at the Tiger Drive Inn. Last time I ate there was with my mother over 30 years past. After Dad passed, I set a goal to come up once a month to visit Mom. She lasted three years longer than he.
Native Americans used Osage orange primarily for its strong, decay-resistant wood to make bows, war clubs, and tomahawk handles. We also called them hedge apples. The French called them bois d'arc (meaning "bow-wood"). That has been corrupted into bodark and bodock.
2 comments:
I hope you had a good visit with Fleta. Fun to see the Osage Oranges under the tree:) Here they sell them in the grocery stores to use in closets...I have never bought one.
I learn so much from your blog! I've never heard of Osage Oranges. As a retired French teacher, it's fascinating how many French words and names get turned into something else. (or pronounced in a very strange way) Glad you got to spend time with your sister and revisit past memories.
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