One of my earliest memories as a very small child was going with my dad up to “Old Man Tristy’s” apple cider press. To put this little jaunt into perspective, we lived next to my grandmother about 2 miles from town and my grandmother lived next to my Aunt Ellen. My memory puts Old Man … Continue reading Apple Cider Syrup
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