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My name is John Chapman, but you may know me as Johnny Appleseed. . I was born Sept. 26, 1774, near Leominster, Massachusetts. I had eleven brothers and sisters.
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My name is John Chapman, but you may know me as Johnny Appleseed. .
I was born Sept. 26, 1774, near Leominster, Massachusetts. I had eleven brothers and sisters.
In my middle twenties, I became a nurseryman. That's someone who works with plants. I liked apple trees, and I planted them on the western side of New York and Pennsylvania. Some of the big orchards you can see there today started with my trees.
I enjoyed exploring and finding new places to plant my apple seeds. In the early 1800s, I was one of the first to explore the rich, fertile lands south of the Northwest Territory. You know this territory as the states of Ohio, Michigan, Indiana and Illinois. I lived in this area for half a century - that's 50 years.
People began to call me Johnny Appleseed or the Apple Tree Man because I sold lots of apple trees to people to plant their own orchards.
Here's what I did it: I went into the wilderness with a bag of apple seeds slung over my back. I'd walk around until I found a good place to plant my trees.
I cleared the land and chopped brush and weeds by hand. Then, I planted my seeds in nice, neat rows and built a brush fence around them to keep animals from digging them up or eating them before they had a chance to grow.
I made many friends of the Native Americans and had many wild animals for companions. I was taught and to and always treated others as I wanted to be treated.
There's a story they tell about me that you might like: Once, I was caught in a really bad snowstorm and I took refuge in a big, hollow tree that had fallen to the ground. Boy was I surprised to find a mother bear and her cubs already in there! Still, I needed to get out of the snowstorm, so we just shared that tree all night long.
Another story also tells of a time a rattlesnake tried to bite my foot. My foot was too tough and rough from walking barefoot through the wilderness. So, the snake could not bite through my skin.
People paid me a few pennies or traded other items with me for my trees.
My life wasn't easy, but I loved it. I carried around a stewpot or kettle with me everywhere I went. I didn't eat meat, so I gathered berries and nuts. Sometimes people would give me milk from their dairy cows and potatoes from their gardens. Those were real treats.
Most of the time, I walked, but sometimes I used a canoe or raft to help carry my load of seeds along the rivers. I'd get those seeds from the cider presses of Pennsylvania, where they used machines to help turn apples into a wonderful drink called apple cider.
I never found a wife nor had children, but I had more friends than most people. Many of my friends were children, like you, who are fun to be around. Their families invited me to dinner at their homes and let me tell stories.
I hope you've enjoyed reading my story, and that you will remember that one person can make a big, big difference in the world. Just think of how many thousands of people planted my trees or ate my apples!