Right in the middle of my cherry trees I came across a wild mulberry tree, with little berries starting to ripen. I can’t think of mulberries without thinking of my Dad’s mother, Francis (Shipley) Doyle Holder. (My grandfather died and she remarried a Holder).
Every summer the wonderful, old, large mulberry tree in her yard filled with delicious ripe fruit I loved to pick and eat. There were so many berries that even the birds got full, and so did the lawn. Still mulberries and Grandma go hand-in-hand for me. And now I have a mulberry tree!
I wonder if Grandma sent me my very own tree from heaven.
Life on a Colorado Farm 
My grandma had a mulberry tree and we loved the big juicy pies she would bake for us.
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I found a mullberry tree on the 100 acres we just bought. I am so excited. How do I remove the stems. They seem to go to the center of the fruit. Also, I would like a good pie recipe. Thank you in advance.
Terrie
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Hi, your lovely grandmother was my father’s sister, his name was Bruce. I don’t remember much about the Colorado clan but I would love the opportunity to get to know some of you. We are from Texas, but I have traveled to Summit County Colorado every summer for the last 10 years, I always feel like I am coming home when I cross the Co. state line! I think it is funny that Frances and Charlie would come south in the winter to escape the cold and often stopped by to see us. I run north to escape the heat!
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