<Why Your Supermarket Only Sells 5 Kinds of Apples
And one man's quest to bring hundreds more back.
By Rowan Jacobsen | March/April 2013 Issue
EVERY FALL AT MAINE'S COMMON GROUND Country Fair, the Lollapalooza of sustainable agriculture, John Bunker sets out a display of eccentric apples. Last September, once again, they covered every possible size, shape, and color in the wide world of appleness. There was a gnarled little yellow thing called a Westfield Seek-No-Further; a purplish plum impostor called a Black Oxford; a massive, red-streaked Wolf River; and one of Thomas Jefferson's go-to fruits, the Esopus Spitzenburg.
Bunker is known in Maine as "The Apple Whisperer," or simply "The Apple Guy," and, after laboring for years in semi-obscurity, he has never been in more demand.
Through the catalog of Fedco Trees, a mail-order company he founded in Maine 30 years ago, Bunker has sown the seeds of a grassroots apple revolution.>
I ran across this story and found it interesting.
A great-great-great-grandson of one of the early settlers of my hometown in Minnesota is resurecting his family's heirloom apple. I think he has grafted 50 trees so far.