This morning, I received an email from Brian Boates.
He was interested in sourcing bushel boxes for apples.
Our first encounter with Brian was when our son, Andrew, owned the Hunter Farm in Paradise on Highway 201. Heather and I helped manage the organic orchard. For a number of years, we would pick the apples.
Brian would take them up the Valley and turn them into apple juice.
(pic: On the Road to Georgetown)
Subsequently, the juice was transformed by Pierre, at Ironworks in Lunenburg, into apple brandy. Indeed, Hunter Brandy! (see posts Blue Water and Gold Brandy, Guided Walk, and )
To sell apples on the roadside, we purchased bushel boxes from Carrol Corkum. Around the property, we had a number of boxes, hand-made with the Corkum stamp.
Today, we took a drive up the Crisp Road to see if Carrol was still making and selling bushel boxes. No luck !
Subsequently Brian sent me an email. He had checked with Jim Inglis in Tupperville, who confirmed that Carrol was no longer in the bushel box making business. This initial inquiry by Boates turned into a realization that certain skills and products, had changed over the last thirty years (read post Two Kinds of Thinking).
Fortunately, Rob and Sinead, who now own the Hunter farm, had the foresight to keep a few boxes around the property.
Changing times, indeed !
Acknowledgements.
Thanks to Brian and Sinead for the journey back in time. We continue to enjoy memories of the Hunter Farm. Thank you, Edward, for researching my blog archives, and adding value to my efforts.
Ernest Blair Experiment 