An Apple a Day Keeps the Doctor Away

Shirley watches the Autumn leaves swirl in the air from her kitchen window as she makes caramel apples for her brood. Tracy’s little tambourine hands help mold the caramel disc to the big green apple. Then Christopher drums the finished delight on the silver platter. Laurie combs her long, brown hair and wishes it was long caramel and her comb was made out of caramel and she could eat it.

Danny runs down the stairs with a towel on his head, “Mom, I’m sorry to say but I don’t think I can make it to school tomorrow for the Halloween party. I think I’m coming down with a horrible cold or flu or maybe both.”

Keith puts his guitar down, shakes his perfect feathered hair and laughing says, “You’re not sick, Danny. You’re just upset that Mom didn’t buy you that Halloween costume.”

Danny freckle frowns, crosses his arms and says, “No, Keith. I’m sweaty and my knees and toes are cold and I’m afraid that my freckles are going to melt right off my face.”

Reuben puts down his cup of Sanka and says, “Gee, I hope it’s not catchy. Some stewardess friends are coming in this weekend and I sure wouldn’t want to catch a sore throat. Maybe you better go back up to your room and stay in bed.”

Shirley rinses her hands under the faucet and dries them on her pink apron. “Okay, Danny. Come here.”

She gets down on her knees and says, “Let me take your temperature.”

She licks her forefinger and then places it under Danny’s tongue. She pulls it out, shakes it, puts it in her mouth, looks at the ceiling for a few seconds, pulls her finger back out and says, “Danny, you’re completely fine. And I think you know that.”

Danny hangs his head down with red-headed embarrassment, “Yeah, I know, Mom. But I really wanted that Mussolini Halloween costume.”

Shirley smiles and says, “Reuben, have you ever known my children to be sickly?”

Reuben takes a sip of his Sanka, swallows and says, “Well, Tracy had a stomach ache once.”

Shirley laughs, “That’s because she ate an entire gumball machine.”

Tracy pipes up from the kitchen, “I like gumballs.”

Keith rubs his crotch and says, “Don’t we all.”

Shirley frowns and continues, “The reason my children are never sick is because of the old saying, ‘An apple a day keeps the doctor away’. Everyday my kids eat an apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. This keeps the doctor away because when you eat from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, you’re healthy, wealthy and wise. There’s no reason to visit a doctor or for a doctor to visit. In fact, remember that apple pie that I made last Spring, Reuben? After that one slice after dinner you weren’t sick for almost an entire year.”

Reuben nods his head, “Jeez, Shirley. You’re right.”

Keith picks up his guitar and starts to sing, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away. An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

Laurie then starts to sing alongside Tracy, “Eat an apple on going to bed, and you’ll keep the doctor from earning his bread.”

Christopher and Shirley join in with the others singing, “An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”

Laurie imagines a protest sign made of caramel and Danny smirks and thinks about how much he hates panini sandwiches.

Apple quote by Carl Sagan who lived in a Sphinx Head Society Egyptian Revival house

Apple art by Whale Song Partridge

Apple cart tall tale by The Partridge in the Pear Tree

Quickest Sperm Gets the Egg

One of the earliest memories I have is one of my most depressing. And yet over the years it’s become a very groovy, psychedelic dream. It would have been the first Easter since I moved to Colorado so it would have been 1975. My parents told me, “Get excited! We’re taking you to an actual Easter egg hunt in a park in downtown Denver.”

We had just moved from La Crosse, Wisconsin so Denver still seemed very big and intense to me. So I woke up to an Easter basket that Peter Cottontail had left me and great excitement to go to this Easter egg hunt that was a professional one.

We arrived to the park and that’s when everything became horrible. It was 1975 and all the kids looked rich to me. They were wearing amazing suits and dresses. They looked like kids from the late 60’s-early 70’s. Everything was beautiful. The sun had only been up a few hours in this lush green park with huge, towering trees.

And there I stood wearing a t-shirt and jeans. I was the only one dressed that way. And then the Easter hunt began and I felt so out of place and the children ran quicker and faster than me. Every time I saw an egg some little girl wearing a bright pink chiffon dress with pink patent leather shoes would push me aside and grab the egg first.

I ran from bush to tree thinking eventually I was going to get at least one egg. And I didn’t. All the wonderfully beautiful children stood around smiling with their eggs. I didn’t even get one. So now the shame that hung on me was even worse. I forgot to mention all the parents were dressed in lovely suits and dresses. My father was wearing brown dungaree pants and jacket and my mom had her trusty brown and yellow poncho on.

Some woman came over to me and gave me an honorary chocolate egg. She may as well have just spit in my face. I remember walking back to the car. I think even my father was disgusted with me. I remember my mom saying, “You have that Easter basket at home!”

Driving back I kept thinking, “That was pathetic.”

But now over the years, I realize my parents and I were dressed loose, free and easy. I can still see all those kids running around in their amazing, colorful suits and dresses and how great they looked. Like little Easter gods come down from Mount Olympus. The way that morning smelt like all Spring Easter mornings. Magic.

I was thinking about this a few weeks ago and realized, oh, of course. I was the slow sperm. Only the quickest and fastest sperm gets the egg. What a beautiful, symbolic way to learn about creation. That’s Nature. She only wants the quickest; that’s who wins. There’s no “everyone’s a winner” at an Easter egg hunt. And that goes for the sperm as it races towards the egg in beautiful, psychedelic suits and dresses on a beautiful Easter morning in 1975.

UN-FACT: Easter is the high Partridge Family Temple holiday.

UN-FACT: Your parents lied to you when they told you the Easter Bunny didn’t exist. And if you still believe them now then you’re stupid.

UN-FACT: Mad Men on AMC was a 7-season story about Easter.

Fun-Minute Egg by Whale Song Partridge
Traumatic Childhood Memory by Shaun Partridge

Get Hip to the Apple Pie Scene

The Partridge Family Temple is as American as apple pie. And that pie was made from the same apple that the serpent told Eve to offer her old man Adam.

“If you’re going to make an apple pie, you better choose the right apples”, Eve always said.

Right now everyone’s really uptight about being an American. But just remember, the Founding Fathers were switched-on occult freaks. So at the end of the day, everyone’s an American from sea to shining sea.

Patriotic prose: The Partridge in the Pear Tree
Betsy Partridge: Whale Song Partridge

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