Fruit Falls Far From The TreePosted: August 31, 2011
I always have Fig Newtons in the pantry. When I was little, my grandmother used to give them to me when I went downstairs to visit her apartment. I’m almost fifty years old now. I always have Fig Newtons in the pantry.
One day, while my son was home from college, I was having a little snack. I threw a Newton at him, because I think that spontaneous goofiness is a good thing. He caught it, because he knows I’m prone to throwing things.
As he ate the cookie he said “it’s kind of funny how these things don’t taste like figs.”
Like a lot of things my son says, this was a revelation to me. I thought the cookie was a fair representation of what a fig tastes like. Apparently, I have no idea what I am talking about on this matter. If you’d have asked me, I would have told you that figs taste like the inside of those cookies.
I stand corrected.
My son believes that fresh figs are better than what is in the cookie. Of course his opinion in the matter carries considerably more weight than mine. Unlike me, he has eaten an actual fig, sans cookie.
My grandfather had a fig tree. The fig tree lived in the little concrete courtyard of the apartment house we lived in, way back when.
The tree did not have an ordinary life. My grandfather planted it inside the shell of an old washing machine. He put wheels on the washing machine so the tree could be moved around the courtyard to where the sun was best. Lovingly cared for and protected, the tree produced forbidden fruit.
No one but my grandfather ever ate the fruit that tree bore. No one. He picked the fruit, put it out to ripen and ate it. All of it, every year. My grandmother ate Fig Newtons. I was in my teens the last time I saw the tree. There were fresh figs on the table. I sat with grandma and had a Newton.
Fruit Can Fall Far From The Tree
A tree started growing next to my parents’ house. It bore fruit all through my son’s childhood. Figs. My dad planted it. He grew it from a cutting of the forbidden fruit tree.
My dad’s fig tree thrived, even though it was not planted inside any sort of appliance. When my son visited my parents he ate the fruit from that tree. He knows what a fig is like.
They say that fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. I think that is probably true for figs and for most people. My dad isn’t most people, nor is he a fig. He is definitely not his father. I think he fell from the tree in a brisk wind and sailed like a kite.
Thank you Wind.