A once and wonderful family tree farm that was once prospered with trees and land that stretch as far as the eyes could see. Where rolls and rolls of apple trees that once gave relief from the summer heat. And the apples were turned into pies and jams and other baking sweets. And the soil was once cared for and loved until greed undid it as the grand sons robbed all the apples from the trees and left them bare and naked . And the siblings pulled up all the trees by their  roots and the land was carted off by greed and sold, not even a tree stump was left to verify where the once proud apple farm had been as if it never was.

From "Portraits Of an American Family And The Illusions Of It all."