My Curious Apple Past

Orchard Farm, Ghent, New York

Orchard Farm, Ghent, New York

George Townsend Powell

George Townsend Powell

I MADE a startling discovery yesterday: my great-grandfather, George Townsend Powell, wrote a book titled, The Apple: King of Fruits (Munson-Whitaker, 1890s). My late ancestor who I barely knew about just a few years ago and I both wrote books about apples.

How and why it took so long for George Powell’s slim volume to surface escapes me. Maybe it has only recently entered the cyber canon. But I have already located a hard copy of The Apple: King of Fruits online, and it is on its way.

Our aims and audiences are different. George’s take on the apple is as a horticulturalist, not a journalist or historian. Yet in his practical guide to growing apples he includes descriptions of a number of varieties that I also describe in my books, America’s Apple and Apples of New England, from Baldwin to Northern Spy to Rhode Island Greening.

How did this happen? How could we have written books on the same subject three generations and more than a century apart, when my path to apples was so accidental and circuitous, without knowledge of my great-grandfather’s past?

George Townsend Powell (1843-1927) died decades before I was born, and all I knew about him as a child was that he owned an apple orchard in Ghent, New York, east of the Hudson River. George’s son, my grandfather, Alger Wheeler Powell (1884-1969) lived in Ghent before moving to Brookfield, Massachusetts, in 1916, to start his own orchard. My father, John Howland Powell (1922-1984) and I were later born and raised at the Powell homestead.

While researching America’s Apple in 2011, I serendipitously came into possession of some old family documents and faded news clippings, and for the first time I learned the full extent of my family’s history of growing tree fruit and writing about agriculture. Or so I thought until yesterday.

I discovered that George’s farm was named simply Orchard Farm, that he was an advocate for women in agriculture, and that he helped found the Horticultural Society of New York, and served as its president from 1910 to 1914.

Elizabeth Powell Bond, age 8, with her older brother, Aaron Macy Powell, age 17

Elizabeth Powell Bond, age 8, with her older brother, Aaron Macy Powell, age 17

George was the youngest of three children, and the only one to stay on the family farm. His siblings, Aaron and Elizabeth, were devoted social reformers, setting high standards for young George.

In his memoir, Reminiscences (Caulon Press, 1899), Aaron Macy Powell (1832-1899) recounts his early life’s work as an abolitionist, alongside William Lloyd Garrison and Susan B. Anthony, among others. Aaron even spent some months living with Anthony’s family.

Aaron Macy Powell

Aaron Macy Powell

He took up the cause of women’s suffrage with a similar passion, and so committed to their ideals were Aaron and his future wife, Anna Rice, that they denounced the institution of marriage in their wedding vows:

“Aaron M. Powell, of Ghent, and Judith Anna Rice, of Worcester, Mass., on the 15th day of April, 1861, at the house of Townsend and Catherine Powell, in the town of Ghent, have assumed the relation of husband and wife.

“Herewith we record our united protest against the inequality and injustice of the statutes of the civil code pertaining to marriage, which assigns to the wife a position of legal inferiority.  The marriage contract is formed in ignorance, inequality, and injustice, in the making of which one of the parties becomes at once civilly dead and legally buried.  The individuality of the wife is merged in the husband. Her personal and property rights are surrendered.

“Against this inequality and injustice, this monstrous sacrifice of the birthright of every human soul baptized by Apostolic hands, as a holy sacrament and everlasting ordinance of the living God, we do protest.”

— Signed and attested by 30 persons, and recorded in the office of the clerk of Columbia County, New York, July 25, 1861.

elizabeth powell bondGeorge’s sister Elizabeth Powell Bond (1841-1926) was a pioneer for women’s education, teaching physical education during Vassar Female College’s first year of classes in 1866, and serving as dean of women at Swarthmore College from 1890 to 1906. As a young woman she was friends with Louisa May Alcott and Ellen Emerson, Ralph Waldo Emerson’s daughter, and stayed with the Alcott and Emerson families many times. Ellen Emerson’s portrait by Charles W. Hudson is included in Emily Cooper Johnson’s biography of Elizabeth, Dean Bond of Swarthmore (J. P. Lippincott, 1929).

HIS SOCIALLY CONSCIOUS, high achieving siblings may help explain George Powell’s advocacy for women and his civic involvement. In any event, Elizabeth and Aaron Powell’s younger brother and his wife Marcia had two sons besides my grandfather, and both became outspoken advocates for agriculture.

George Harold Powell (1870-1922), was a pomologist (pomology, from the Latin pomologia, is the science and practice of growing fruit) with the United States Department of Agriculture (USDA) before being named secretary and manager of the California Citrus Protective League in 1911 — a position similar to the one I held as executive director of the New England Apple Association from 1998 to 2011. Harold then spent 10 years as general manager of the California Fruit Growers’ Exchange and, according to one contemporary newspaper account, was considering a run for the United States Senate at the time of his death from a heart attack in 1922.

Harold Powell was recognized for his work extending storage life and improving produce for shipping. According to a Washington Star article, “For several years [Powell] conducted exhaustive inquiries into the question of the cold storage of fruits and evolved a system of handling fruit for the wholesale market which met with the cooperation of everyone connected with the industry. This … was the first time that scientific methods had ever been applied to the harvesting and marketing of fruit.”

Harold’s son H. Clark Powell (1900-1938), incidentally, was an agricultural writer and fruit specialist, too. He played a major role in the development of the citrus industry in South Africa, where he was a professor of horticulture at the University of Pretoria until his accidental death in 1938 from injuries sustained in a fall, at age 38. Clark Powell authored numerous articles for agricultural journals, with titles like “The Picking and Handling of Citrus Fruits” and “The Culture of the Orange and Allied Fruits,” and “A Brief Outline of Citrus Marketing.”

Harold’s and Alger’s brother, my great-uncle Edwin C. Powell (1872-1953), also spent his life writing about agriculture. For many years he was editor of the newspaper Farm and Home in Springfield, Massachusetts — less than 25 miles from where I have lived since 1982. The publication featured “fiction, poetry, special articles, and technical or practical articles on farming and household affairs,” according to The Writer’s Directory of Periodicals.

Edwin authored or co-authored practical books like Making Poultry Pay, Street and Shade Trees, and Barn Plans and Outbuildings. He eventually retired as chief editor of the USDA’s division of publications.

Edwin was an outstanding horticulturalist, too, but of flowers, not apples. He was a frequent judge at flower shows, and at the time of his death, nearly 50 of his narcissus hybrids were registered with the Royal Horticultural Society in London.

Powell Orchard, Brookfield, Massachusetts

Powell Orchard, Brookfield, Massachusetts

BY THE TIME my grandfather Alger was ready to retire in 1955 (coincidentally the year I was born), my father decided that growing apples was not for him. The apple trees were uprooted, and today the only traces of them are in the background of a few small black-and-white photographs in albums kept in storage.

Growing up, though, about a dozen fruit trees remained next to our vegetable garden, and a dozen more went untended in a neighboring lot. The cool, cement-floored apple barn became my father’s upholstery shop, and antique sofas and chairs rather than wooden apple boxes were loaded and unloaded in our black Plymouth flatbed truck.

The orange Allis Chalmers tractor was used to plow snow and haul brush, instead of apples. Tall, slim wooden apple ladders and other tools of the apple growing trade were scattered throughout the barn.

IMG_6541On the other side of town in Brookfield was Elm Hill Farm, which had an orchard managed by my maternal grandfather, Lee Boyce (1890-1974). A much larger farm than the Powell orchard, Elm Hill had Morgan horses and Jersey cows in addition to apples (Elm Hill was the home of the original Elsie the Cow, the face of the Borden dairy company’s famous logo).

I have fond memories of the sun slanting through the orchard, trees bursting with fruit, and the wholesome scent of apples wherever they were congregated: in the orchard, in bins or boxes, and especially inside the packinghouse. But these occasional, unexceptional childhood experiences were the extent of my interest in apples for decades. I ate apples, of course, but without taking any special notice of them.

I moved away from Brookfield, becoming a print journalist and then a marketing specialist for higher education until 1996, when a former colleague, Christine Copeland, invited me to join forces to manage the nonprofit New England Apple Association.

Two years later she stepped down to spend more time with her children, and I became executive director. I have been writing about apples and agriculture ever since, and I have served on a variety of agricultural organization boards for nearly two decades, on the local, regional, and national level.

In addition to America’s Apple and Apples of New England, as the association’s senior writer I write regularly about apples for the quarterly newsletter McIntosh News, and the New England Apples weblog.

I love it, but I can’t explain it. I still marvel from time to time at how I fell into this strange and narrow expertise. To learn that there is a long-buried history of the same thing in my family’s past adds to the mystery.

Elizabeth Powell Bond

Elizabeth Powell Bond

PERHAPS AS A RESULT of my eclectic career and accidental path to apples, I feel a special connection to Elizabeth Powell Bond among my newly reclaimed ancestors. She and I had many things in common — I even learned that she lies buried just a few miles from my home, in Florence, Massachusetts.

As a young woman Elizabeth was founding editor of the weekly newspaper Hampshire County Journal in Northampton, Massachusetts; I edited the weekly Auburn (Mass.) News at 23 in 1978 and founded New England Watershed Magazine, in 2005, in Hampshire County.

Elizabeth was an avid gardener, as am I, encouraging her students to care for flowerbeds connecting two buildings on the Swarthmore campus, returning with a new variety of ivy after each of her summer excursions to England. A rose garden at Swarthmore still bears her name.

Elizabeth and I both coached college athletes, she as a teacher of a form of calisthenics known then as the “New Gymnastics.” I was men’s and women’s cross country running coach at Amherst College and indoor track coach at Mount Holyoke College for nearly a decade.

We both spent years in higher education administration. While not as radical for its time as Vassar College was in 1866, my first public relations job in 1982 was at Hampshire College, an innovative institution then just 12 years old.

Discovering these many similarities between my life’s work and that of my great-great aunt is strange and wonderful. That I learn in mid-life that I share a passion for writing about apples and agriculture with two previous generations is stranger still.


THIS STRANGE STORY would not be complete without mentioning the timely assist given to me by my late uncle, Charles Mason Powell (1906-1983). Alger’s oldest son grew up on the farm in Brookfield but as an adult “Uncle Mason” neither grew apples nor wrote about them.

He did keep his hand in agriculture, though, as president of the American Agricultural Chemical Company, and during his lifetime he assembled an extensive library of early and rare agricultural books, many of them about fruit trees and their cultivation. He eventually donated the collection to Old Sturbridge Village, the living history museum in Sturbridge, Massachusetts.

I only stumbled across this information in February 2014 while leafing through a pile of family papers that had been untouched for decades — at precisely the moment when I was beginning my research for Apples of New England. My uncle’s library could not have surfaced at a more opportune time.

Poring through the collection during several days last spring, I couldn’t help but think that this was just the sort of thing he had in mind.


Current Book Tour For ‘Apples of New England’

Spencer apple tree, The Big Apple, Wrentham., Massachusetts, from 'Apples Of New England' (Bar Lois Weeks photo)

Spencer apple tree, The Big Apple, Wrentham, Massachusetts, from ‘Apples Of New England’                           (Bar Lois Weeks photo)

Apples of New England, by Russell Steven PowellI WILL BE READING from and signing copies of Apples of New England (Countryman Press, 2014) at a number of events during the fall of 2014 and winter 2015.

Apples of New England, a history of apple growing in the region, includes photographs by Bar Lois Weeks and descriptions of more than 200 apple varieties discovered, grown, or sold in New England.

To schedule an appearance, email me at

Here is the current lineup:

Thursday, April 9, 7 p.m.

Topsfield Town Library

1 South Common St.

Topsfield, Massachusetts


Wednesday, March 25, 6:30 p.m.

South Hadley Public Library

2 Canal St.

South Hadley, Massachusetts


Saturday, February 21, 1 p.m.

Hadley Garden Center

285 Russell St., Route 9

Hadley, Massachusetts



Thursday, January 22, 7 p.m.

Porter Square Books

25 White St., Cambridge, Massachusetts


Sunday, November 23, 10 a.m.

Tags Hardware

Porter Square Shopping Center

29 White St., Cambridge, Massachusetts


 Sunday, November 2, 10 a.m.

Clarkdale Fruit Farms

303 Upper Rd., Deerfield, Massachusetts


Saturday, November 1, 2 p.m.

Atkins Farms

1150 West St., Amherst, Massachusetts


 Saturday, November 1, 10 a.m.

Pine Hill Orchards

248 Greenfield Rd., Colrain, Massachusetts


Sunday, October 26, 2 p.m.

River Valley Market

330 North King St., Northampton, Massachusetts


Saturday, October 25, 2 p.m.

White Memorial Conservation Center

80 Whitehall Rd., Litchfield, Connecticut


Friday, October 24, 1 p.m.

Lyman Orchards

32 Reeds Gap Rd., Middlefield, Connecticut


 Wednesday, October 22, 7 p.m.

Goodwin Memorial Library

50 Middle St., Hadley, Massachusetts


Saturday, October 18, 10 a.m.

Mount Wachusett AppleFest

490 Mountain Rd, Princeton, Massachusetts


Tuesday, October 14, 7:30 p.m.

Williamsburg Historical Society

4 North Main St., Williamsburg, Massachusetts


 Monday, October 13, 11 a.m.

Boothby’s Orchard and Farm

366 Boothby Rd., Livermore, Maine


Saturday, October 11, 2 p.m.

Historic Deerfield

80 Old Main St., Deerfield, Massachusetts


 Sunday, October 5, 12:30 p.m.

Tower Hill Botanic Garden

11 French Dr., Boylston, Massachusetts


Saturday, October 4, 1 p.m.

Norcross Wildlife Sanctuary

Wales Rd., Monson, Massachusetts


 Friday, September 12, through Sunday, September 28, 10 a.m. to 9 p.m. daily

New England Apple Association booth

Massachusetts Building, Eastern States Exposition (“The Big E”)

1305 Memorial Ave., West Springfield, Massachusetts


Sunday, September 7, 1:30 p.m.

Keep Homestead Museum

35 Ely Road, Monson, Massachusetts

Sex And Graft

IMG_2609BEGINNING TODAY and for the next two weeks, the e-book of America’s Apple can be downloaded for the discounted price of $2.99 (regularly $9.99). The e-book can be purchased through Amazon for Kindle or as a Barnes & Noble’s Nook Book. The hardcover is available through these sites, numerous bookstores and orchard stores, and Silver Street Media.

Here is an excerpt from Chapter 1, “Sex and Graft (the art of growing apples)”:

A word of caution to those entering an apple orchard for the first time: the experience can be overwhelming. Apples are seductive; anyone who has ever spent time where apples are grown knows why they symbolize temptation in the story of Adam and Eve. Apples are irresistible, appealing to all the senses.

The sheer scale and conceit of the orchard is impressive, humans harnessing nature’s wildness in a symmetrical, leafy grid. Even dwarf trees tower over the average person, and standard-size trees, while planted rarely these days, still dominate many orchards. Their 15- to 30-foot canopies gently swallow up the visitor in a colorful, symmetrical forest running up hills or down gentle slopes, often continuing as far as the eye can see.

Entering the orchard is like walking into a well-proportioned painting, with the view broken into three roughly equal horizontal bands. Beneath your feet are the mixed greens of grasses carpeting the orchard floor; above is blue sky. The middle is dominated by the deep, dense greens of the trees, and from this leafy sea bursts thousands of pieces of round and oblong fruit in hues ranging from burgundy to gold to lime. Some apples are a single, solid color, some striped or russeted (having a brownish skin and rough texture), and many are a kaleidoscopic mix of shades. Many orchards are planted high on hillsides; when you look up from picking you take in a panoramic view of the surrounding countryside.

If the orchard experience were strictly visual, its grandeur alone would captivate. But these orderly rows of apple trees work on all the senses. The orchard is a quiet place. Noise is muffled within the confines of grass and trees, distant from traffic. The main sound is the trilling and chirping of songbirds. The orchard invites contemplation.

The fragrance is intoxicating. While some apple varieties are more aromatic than others, the collective scent transmitted by thousands of pieces of hanging fruit, mixed with soil and fresh air, is an olfactory rush.

The best is yet to come: the tactile pleasure as your hand reaches around a ripe apple and twists it gently off the tree. When you sink your teeth into the apple with a loud, satisfying crunch, it is as if all the orchard’s sensory pleasures are distilled in that single bite: the soft crunch, the heady aroma, the explosion of flavors, the rush of juice, the intense, brilliant colors of the outer skin contrasting with the creamy white, yellow, or lime-green flesh. 

E-Book Sale Begins August 15

Jeff and Jennifer Crist of Crist Brothers Orchards, Walden, New York (photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)

Jeff and Jennifer Crist of Crist Brothers Orchards, Walden, New York (photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)

Jim Hill, Hill Brothers Orchard, Alpine Township, Michigan (photograph by Russell Steven Powell)

Jim Hill, Hill Brothers Orchard, Alpine Township, Michigan (photograph by Russell Steven Powell)

TO CELEBRATE the 2013 fresh apple harvest and make America’s Apple more accessible, I will be launching a one-time e-book sale beginning this Friday, August 15. For a two-week period ending August 29, people will be able to download the e-book version of America’s Apple for just $2.99 instead of its regular price of $9.99.

The e-book will be available at the discounted price through Amazon’s Kindle or as a Barnes & Noble’s Nook Book. The hardcover is available through these sites, numerous bookstores and orchard stores, and Silver Street Media.

Evan Darrow, Green Mountain Orchards, Putney, Vermont (photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)

Evan Darrow, Green Mountain Orchards, Putney, Vermont (photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)

Anyone with an interest in apples and agriculture will find this an interesting read. Stories about the people who grow apples are interspersed among chapters on apple horticulture, history, culinary uses, and more — including a fresh look at John Chapman (aka Johnny Appleseed), and some of the challenging issues confronting modern agricultures, from labor to food safety.

America’s Apple includes an illustrated index of 120 apple varieties grown in the United States, and nearly 50 four-color photographs from America’s orchards by Bar Lois Weeks.

For more information, write to

Roadside stand near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania (Photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)

Roadside stand near Gettysburg, Pennsylvania (Photograph by Bar Lois Weeks)