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.
4 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.
Thanks for the history. I just thought hedgeapples were unpleasant to drive around. Didn't know they had a nice scent. Even being raised in Oklahoma, I never learned about the Native Americans using the wood. Glad you had some time with your sister. Linda in Kansas
This is so interesting. I'd never heard of osage oranges before.
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