Sunday, October 30, 2011

Old Fashioned Apples: Licking Creek Bend Farm, Needmore, PA

In the parking lot behind  TPSS, Marash Girl found Farmer Mike of Licking Creek Bend Farm, Needmore, Pennsylvania, delivering his freshly picked apples to the Takoma Park Silver Spring Food Co-op in Takoma Park.That's Bridget in the foreground, helping the farmer unload.  She works for the TPSS Food Co-op. (Nelson escaped the camera!)
Do you know the names of the apple varieties pictured here?  These crates of apples remind Marash Girl of Peter and Paul, who harvested apples every fall from the orchard in their back yard in Newtonville, Massachusetts, and of Uncle George and the cabin on Wilbraham Mountain, Wilbraham, Massachusetts, where the June 1st tornado eliminated the apple orchard that had been there for half a century!
The farmer's favorite, Russets are a historic apple, one of the first apples grown in the USA,

This young lady has grown up on Farmer Mike's fruits and vegetables!  If you want to be healthy and happy, you can't be kinder to yourself than to eat Farmer Mike's fresh produce.  Especially his apples. Yummy!
You'll love the apples grown at Licking Creek Bend Farm, available at our local food TPSS co-op!


  1. @petersonThanks to Peter's son for his wonderful memories. FYI Ferjulian's Farm Stand is still in Hudson, Massachusetts! I just checked on the internet!

  2. the best apple i ever ate, and we ate many while growing up in the orchard, was from the apple tree planted in front of the house, in the only remaining space left for a tree to take root. it came from the backyard of one of our relatives who had tried to dislodge it from his backyard because it interfered with his landscape. it was extracted from the arms of the earth with enough violence so that only one root was left attached to the sapling. perched between the borders of two stone walls that defined the space between our cement stairway and our driveway, the tree appeared as an urchin adopted from the street and granted a closet room in the remoteness of our attic, three stories above ground level. it was not until i was ensconced in Chicago, and was sent a care package from my folks that included apples from this tree, did i realize what might have been lost forever. it was the best apple i had and have ever eaten. its succulence and nuanced taste was beyond the reach of any of the other apple trees in the orchard. the other trees were commercial hybrids. this was the only tree in the orchard which was not. this was a variety Johnny Appleseed, himself, had planted 11/2centuries before.
    we had a family friend, an Armenian of the same generation as dad and uncle paul, who had planted
    an orchard of many hundreds of acres, of peaches, and apples. during Harvest, he would find a reason to leave his farm and appear in our basement unloading a bushel of each type of fruit he had. Mr. Ferjulian was taller than six feet, the tallest Armenian in the world?, his skin roughened by the sun and wind, for many a year. his hands were the largest i had seen, inhabited by fingers that were huge, thick and calloused. during every harvest season he would appear, a giant Armenian elf, dark of mien, and sparing of words. In my 12th harvest year (i was born in the late days of Harvest), he climbed the cellar stairs that led to our kitchen and walked into the living room where i was practicing the violin. he must have been drawn there by the sound of the violin, certainly, not by my accomplishment on it. he questioned me about about my studying it, as if he was unaccustomed to speaking, and then confessed to me that he had studied the violin when he was my age, as well. i offered him the violin, not thinking he would accept it, his hands so huge and toughened, and his carriage so unfit for the concert stage. he hesitated. he was wearing clothes appropriate to the farm, rough-hewn and married to the soil, and the sun. he placed the violin under his chin, tuned the violin, and then proceeded to perform 'Zigeunerweisen', perfectly.

  3. @PetersonI'm sorry to say that I just found the following on the internet. Our heartfelt condolences to the family Ferjulian Family.
    Manouel V. Ferjulian, 77, of Hudson, died Friday, June 4th at his residence surrounded by his loving family. He leaves his wife of 53 years, Alice (Diamandopoulos) Ferjulian of Hudson. Manouel was born in Arlington, son of the late Manouel G. and Marie (Chiron) Ferjulian and has resided in Hudson since the age of seven. He attended the Valley Forge Military Academy in Pennsylvania and graduated in 1950. He owned and operated Ferjulian Farms in Hudson for many years and most recently assisted family members with daily activities on the farm after his semi-retirement. Manouel passion in life was the fruit trees he cared for. He spent his life cultivating numerous species, searching for the most flavorful fruit he could produce and all to enjoy. Besides his wife, he is survived by his three children, Bruce Ferjulian of Hudson, Joanne Kowalczyk and her husband Greg of Michigan and Eric Ferjulian and his wife Erin of Hudson. He is also survived by his two sisters, Eunice Shishmanian of Newton, MaeMinnie Jenkins of Athol; his nine grandchildren, Leah, Natalie and Berge Ferjulian, Valerie, Victoria, Vincent, Veronica, Veralyn and Virgil Kowalczyk and his many nieces and nephews. A funeral service will be held on Tuesday, June 8th at 10:00 a.m. at the Grace Baptist Church, 353 River Road, Hudson. Burial will follow in Forestvale Cemetery, Hudson. Calling hours will be held on Monday, June 7th from 5:00 to 8:00 p.m. at the: Tighe-Hamilton Funeral Home, Inc. 50 Central Street, Hudson, MA 01749. ( In lieu of flowers, donations in memory of Manouel may be made to: Crossroads Community Church, 1341 Edgell Road, Framingham, MA 01701 or Greek Evangelical Church of Boston, 1115 Centre Street, Newton Center, MA 02459

    Published in MetroWest Daily News on June 5, 2010