General Non-Fiction posted February 16, 2017

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An apple that reminds me of my father

The Bloody Ploughman

by prettybluebirds

The apple called the Bloody Ploughman reminds me of my father and his nickname.

In the 1930s my father was plowing a new field with his team of horses when he plowed up an underground nest of yellow jackets; the wasps attacked the horses and my father viciously. The horses panicked, ran through a barbed wire fence and a briar patch as my father fought to get them under control.

Father and the horses arrived at the house with blood dripping from numerous cuts and scratches. My mother called him the bloody plowman, and the name stuck forever.


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The name of the apple is spelled differently than the nickname my mother gave my dad, but it is close enough.

(1883 Gowrie, Scotland, UK is the origin of the apple.) There is a colorful story behind the rather strange name. A ploughman was caught stealing apples from the Megginch estate and shot by a gamekeeper. His wife threw the stolen apples on a rubbish heap. One of the seedlings which arose was rescued and gave rise to the variety which was named after the unfortunate ploughman.

The picture is of my father plowing with his team in the 1930 era.
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