Johnny Appleseed: The legend lives on

17.03.2019 23:57

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Johnny Appleseed

Seventy years old, he visited his friend William Worth one evening, ate some milk and bread, read out loud from the Bible, laid down on the floor to sleep and never woke up. This was how John Chapman, better known as Johnny Appleseed, died on March 18, 1845.

A monument in Dexter City, Ohio has inscribed:

Without a hope of recompense,
Without a thought of pride,
John Chapman planted apple trees,
Preached and lived and died.

Johnny Appleseed’s father, Nathaniel Chapman, was a Minuteman who fought the British at Concord in 1775, served under Israel Putman at the Battle of Bunker Hill, and was a soldier in the Continental Army under George Washington.

The apple originated in Central Asia and spread east to China, which is still the largest grower of apples in the world. Alexander the Great saw apples in Central Asia. He had some apples sent back to Macedonia in 328 BC, where they were cultivated and gradually spread across Europe.

In the 1600s, colonists brought apples to North America, with the first apple orchard being planted in 1625 by Rev. William Blaxton. He was the first European settler to live on the land which became the city of Boston. His farm is now the public park Boston Common.

Johnny Appleseed collected seeds from apple cider presses in western Pennsylvania. He may have spent time on Grant’s Hill in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania in 1794 at the time of the Whiskey Rebellion.

He planted orchards and nurseries from the Alleghenies to central Ohio, West Virginia, Indiana, Illinois, giving thousands of seedlings to westward-bound pioneers. Johnny Appleseed lived nomadic life at harmony with Indians, bringing them medicinal plants. Many native Americans, even hostile ones, considered him touched by the Great Spirit, and became converted.

Every description of him notes that he always carried the Bible, which he knew cover to cover. One of his favorite verses was “Blessed are the pure of heart.”

Johnny Appleseed stated: “I have traveled more than 4,000 miles about this country, and I have never met with one single insolent Native American.”

During the War of 1812, Johnny Appleseed heard the British had incited an Indian attack, so he ran 30 miles from Mansfield to Mount Vernon, Ohio, to warn settlers.

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Barefoot, wearing a mush pan over his eccentric long hair and an old coffee sack over his shoulders, Johnny Appleseed had an unconventional and unique devotion to nature and the Bible.

During the colonial era, colonies were founded by immigrants from different European countries who had different established Christian denominations. The general idea was, if someone did not belong to the established denomination they were expected to leave. Colonists united to fight Britain during the Revolution.Afterwards, their attitude changed to disestablish state denominations and gradually tolerate each other. This attitude contributed to the Second Great Awakening Revival, and also left room for new denominations to start, with some being unorthodox, and some verging on being cults. America was unique in allowing individuals such unprecedented freedom of religion.

Harper’s New Monthly Magazine, 1871, printed a story in of an itinerant missionary who exhorted in an open-air meeting in Mansfield, Ohio: “All should be living the simple life, getting solely what ye need from He who is your God. … Where now is there a man who, like the primitive Christians, is traveling to heaven barefooted and clad in coarse raiment?”

Johnny Appleseed walked up and put his bare foot on the stump the preacher had as a podium and said: “Here’s your primitive Christian!”

Johnny Appleseed called an apple blossom a “living sermon from God” and often quoted the Sermon on the Mount.

Upon hearing news of his death, General Sam Houston, one of the first U.S. Senators from Texas, addressed Congress: “This old man was one of the most useful citizens of the world in his humble way. He has made a greater contribution to our civilization than we realize. He has left a place that never can be filled. Farewell, dear old eccentric heart, your labor has been a labor of love and generations, yet unborn, will rise up and call you blessed.”

Poet William Henry Venable wrote: