Kira and Grange picking horse apples, near Twin Rocks Trading Post
Hey Dad, look at this," the kids shouted from across the parking lot. Jana had taken them over to feed the horses, and they had made an important discovery. In their hands were large greenish balls. "Horse apples," I said. Jana immediately wanted to know how I knew what these things were. As I explained, Craig, Barry and I had discovered them
ourselves many, many years ago. They were a good substitute for dirt clods when we had our running battles.
Horse apples, near Twin Rocks Trading Post
Horse apples are a hard "fruit" about the size of a softball and are greenish yellow in color. They have a bumpy outer shell, are very hard and can leave a good size bruise if you are unlucky enough to be on the receiving end of a good toss. Jana and the kids had apparently walked down the small wash that flows through the east side of town. In the lower part of the wash, as it runs past the elementary school and continues on to the San Juan River, there was a cache of horse apples that had fallen from the small cluster of trees along the bank of the drainage. Since the kids are interested in balls of any type, these apples captured their attention.
Close up of horse apples
The trees are near our friend Dave's house, so Jana and the kids stopped in for a visit, and to see if Dave knew anything about this extraordinary find. Dave seemed to know quite a lot about the origin of the trees. He informed them that the fruit was actually called an osage orange, and that the early pioneers had planted the trees because the wood was very good for wagon wheels.
Dave's front yard near Twin Rocks Trading Post
Dave is the local barber, handy man and EMT, who has a very good mind for such details. I met Dave about ten years ago when he first moved to Bluff. Before Dave arrived, I had to make the trek to Blanding for a hair cut. Since Blanding is 25 miles north of Bluff, and I don't go unless it is absolutely necessary, Dave was a Godsend. There were times when I would get pretty shaggy before being able to make the proper arrangements for a cut in Blanding. I don't remember exactly how I discovered Dave. It was probably a note posted on the community billboard that alerted me to his arrival and notified me that I could now get a haircut in Bluff. After the first scession I was sold. I think he is the best barber I have ever found.
Horse apple tree near Twin Rocks Trading Post
I began calling Dave "Mobile Dave," because he did not have a permanent place to cut hair in the early days. At that time I would call to see if he was available and about thirty minutes later he would arrive on his moped. On the back of the scooter was attached a small container which held his tools of the trade. I would pull up a chair on the front porch and he would throw an apron around me and start cutting. Thirty minutes later I looked like a new man. The arrangement could not have been better. Over the years Dave has progressed to the point of having a salon in his home, which requires an appointment. That's progress I guess, but I long for the old arrangement.
Kira and Grange picking horse apples near Twin Rocks Trading Post
Dave lives next to an old pioneer house that was recently restored by the town patrone, Eugene Foushee. Gene is a genteel old fellow with a few Boss Tweed tendencies, who dispenses favors to those in need, and who has also been successful in restoring several of the old Victorian homes in Bluff. As a result of his efforts, the town has been able to retain some very important parts of its heritage. This particular house has special significance to me, since it was inhabited by my step-grandmother when she was a small girl. She frequently reminded us that she knew Zane Grey, the author of Riders of the Purple Sage, when she was young. Apparently Zane Grey lived in a small log cabin just a block from the house, and often asked her to do small errands for him. She regretted not keeping some of the notes he sent in making the requests.
This house was also the location for many of my childhood adventures. In years past, there had been a boardwalk extending south from the house along the wash. The boardwalk connected the house to a ramshackle wooden building that had at one time served as the local pool hall. I don't remember exactly when the pool hall first captured the attention of Craig, Barry and me, but when we were about nine, eight and seven respectively, our curiosity got the better of us and we, along with a few other small ruffians, pried open the back door. To our amazement, the hall looked as though the owners had simply locked the doors and walked away.
Kira and Grange picking horse apples near Twin Rocks Trading Post
We found cases of soda pop that were certainly several years old stacked in the corner, and pool tables set up to play. After prying the caps from several sodas, we sat around swilling pop and playing pool like we knew what we were doing. Shortly after that incident, we moved to California to allow Duke to find a better paying job. It has never been easy to make a living in Bluff, as the abandoned pool hall may indicate. By the time we returned a few years later, the pool hall was gone.
The boardwalk also served as a repository for Bobby Goforth's chewing tobacco and cap guns. Bobby was a handicapped man who was probably about thirty-five years old at the time, and was tall, straight and handsome. His handicap did not seem very pronounced, and outwardly he appeared perfectly normal in his Levi's, western shirt, cowboy boots and black hat. His mother, who was the local school teacher, took very good care of him and kept him out of trouble. He, however, had developed a taste for chewing tobacco which had to be hid from his mother, and the loose boards of the boardwalk provided the perfect location. Bobby would walk over to the abandoned house, pull up the boards, retrieve his tobacco and cap guns, and walk across the street to the Twin Rocks Bar.
After strapping on his very realistic guns, he would walk into the bar looking for travelers. If he spied someone he did not recognize he would inform them that they had five minutes to leave town or bear the wrath of his anger. Many a thirsty traveler left his beer setting on the counter unfinished before the tavern owner convinced Bobby that he was severely damaging the bar's cash flow. Bluff has always been a place populated with outlaws, and Bobby fit the profile. Since we were aspiring to greater social misdeeds, Bobby was a very important influence on us. I have often wondered what became of him, as I often wonder what will become of those little adventurers who recently discovered horse apples.
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