Arvil Lee, officiating at a baptism, became a minister at age 16





WRITINGS

THE RARE APPLE TREE
by Arvil Lee

In the early 1930's my dad moved the family to a place on the Falling Water River.  There was a big spring branch that emptied into the river just above where our house sat.  On the bank of the spring branch was a big apple tree.  When the apples were ripe the peeling had a green color like the Granny Smith with little dark spots scattered all over the apple.  The flavor was delicious.  I never saw another tree like it for many years, until we bought the house where we live now.  On the day of the sale I walked out to an apple tree that was standing in the back yard, picked up an apple and took a bite and to my surprise it was like the one I had eaten by the branch beside the river when I was a kid.


THOUGHTS ABOUT COWS
by Arvil Lee

There are many things that I remember happening when I was a kid--things that adults perhaps didn't even notice.  Such as, why some cows were red, others black, some white, but all of them gave white milk.  I thought "How can a black cow eat green grass, give white milk and make yellow butter?"   I've never been too smart anyway.


Copyright 2007 by Arvil Lee


















Arvil while a young ARMY soldier.