The Lesson of the Mulberry Tree

 

When I was growing up in a small town in rural Ohio, in our side yard we had a large Mulberry tree. It served many purposes, but the most important one was that it was first base in our little side yard baseball field. After hitting the wiffle ball, we would race beneath its sheltering branches for safety.

As important as it was to our passions of playing ball, it was later to reveal to us some lessons of life that we did not learn within the game of  baseball.

The mulberry tree was a large tree which generated an abundant amount of shade in the heat of summer time. Later, it would yield large blackberry-like fruits that were much larger than blackberries, promising the richness of even larger sweet berries to be enjoyed.

These large, juicy berries promised all the joys of desire… juiciness, sweetness, abundance… for the tree was loaded with these berries in autumn.

As children, our Grandma Maugel, would go out to her fence row and pick blackberries for us to enjoy. Though sweet, these were small, sometimes seedy, and not anywhere near as enticing as these large juicy mulberry fruits, though they may have looked similar.

In some ways, it was a rite of passage in our family, to introduce the younger members to their first taste of mulberries. Having been raised on my grandmother’s sweet and delicious backberries, these mulberries looked to one like “super berries”… certainly larger and juicier than blackberries. 

So it was that we would place a small bowl full of mulberries in a dish and add a little milk. Everyone would stand around to watch the youngest member of the family dig in with a full mouthful of mulberries with the expectancy of a explosion of sweetness and juiciness.

But mulberries have a personality of their very own. They can be very tart and sour, despite looking sumptuous. Much laughter was enjoyed by the family as they witnessed the younger member wrinkling up their face in surprise with the sourness and tartness of the mulberries. For some that was the last taste of mulberries in their entire life!

Nature has a way of teaching us life lessons. Those things which are small and unattractive can be the sweetest and most nourishing of all. To the contrast, those things which are the largest and most promising, can result in the most disappointing and unforeseen harsh consequences.

Many philosophers and sages have expressed their opinions of life, it’s attractions, and it’s consequences. But I would say that none more eloquently than the lesson of the Mulberry tree.

LEM

Family Quips

Every family has them..those memories of childhood created by favorite family  expressions and anecdotes. Most lay long forgotten, startled awake only occasionally by a recent event or comment. Yet, their wisdom and joyful images remain a part of who we are. Sadly, we revisit them all too rarely. Now is an attempt to change that. Here are some of the memories we have of growing up as the Maugel family in the small rural village of Farmer, Ohio. We’ll entitle this “Family Quips.”

 

Dad’s favorite expression when I had done something wrong and I tried to explain it by saying I didn’t think that it would happen: He would quickly reply, “That’s just it, you didn’t THINK.”

“Hard work never hurt anyone.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they’re hatched.”

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

“You need to gather your hay when the sun is shining.”

“He who lives in a glass house should not throw stones.”

“An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.””

“Caution is the better part of valor.”

“What’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

“It’s no use crying over spilled milk.”

“A penny saved is a penny earned.”

“She took off like a horse heading for the barn.”

My brother was a very good basketball player; and he tells the story, after a particular difficult loss, turning to Dad and asking, “Dad, I just don’t understand. I try to honor God and do the right thing, why did he allow us to lose such an important game?” To which my father quickly responded, “I know, but he’s not going to move your feet for you.”

Another quip from Dad is said to one of my brothers who will remain nameless, “You know, you do two things really well…telling other people what to do and standing there and watching them do it.”

Dad’s response to us kids getting home late on weekends: “Son, if it can’t get done before midnight, it doesn’t need done.”