Friday, September 12, 2014

September 12, 2014 - Old Crabapple Annie


If you come upon an old crabapple tree out in the woods all by itself, you might think twice about walking by it without a proper greeting.  Old Crabapple Annie was a witch who lived around here a few hundred years ago, back in the days when witches weren’t as welcome as they are today.  She got the name Crabapple Annie because she used to tend a whole orchard full of crabapples.  It was the only orchard she was allowed to have since the locals believed that she would sour their fruit if she were allowed near their orchards.

That didn’t quite sit right with Crabapple Annie because she hadn’t done anything to anybody’s orchard, at least not too much.  There was the time that young Jacob Potter ran by her shouting, “Crabbyface Crabapple Annie, old sourpuss!”  When he got home it seems every apple in his orchard was infested with worms, and he had to pluck every single one out.  When he didn’t work fast enough at it, his mother boxed his ears.  Of course, no one could prove that Crabapple Annie had anything to do with the worms.  Still, they whispered behind her back and called her Crabby Annie.  But most things that happened to peoples’ orchards and crops and animals were just of a natural course and had nothing to do with Crabapple Annie.

Young Jacob Potter never did forget that, though, and one day he was old Jacob Potter.  Anytime he saw Crabapple Annie, he would scowl at her and shake his fist, and she’d toss him a crabapple and say, “Eat up, Potter boy, at least this one don’t have no worms!”  As the years went by, old Jacob began to hate her more and more.

Old Crabapple Annie's orchard.

One day it occurred to Jacob that Crabapple Annie must be very old, indeed.  She always looked like an old hag to him back when he was a child.  The trouble is, he wasn’t a child anymore.  He was getting on in years himself, and yet Crabapple Annie was still around and looked the same as ever.  He began to spread rumors about old Annie, telling people that she was an old witch.  He told them every time one of their younger animals died unexpectedly, it was because old Crabapple Annie had killed it and taken its life into her body so she wouldn’t die.  Most people had always thought old Annie was a witch, but they thought she was a pretty harmless one.  You know how people can be, though:  So full of superstition and willing to blame someone else for their problems.  Jacob continued the rumors over and over until everyone was afraid of old Annie and wanted her gone from the village.

Finally, old Jacob got up enough men from the village to go down to Annie’s house one night to burn it to the ground with her in it.  They had drunk a lot of hard cider and weren’t thinking quite right, and so off they headed to Annie’s place with pitchforks and torches in hand.  But when they got there, they had a bit of a surprise.  It seems old Annie was expecting them.  She was sitting out underneath an old crabapple tree, singing, “Wassail!  Wassail!”  She had several large jugs of hard mulled cider next to her and she invited them all over to have a drink.  “Wassail!  Wassail!” she sang.

Most of the village men threw their torches and pitchforks down and began drinking the cider.  They were a bit wary of old Annie, but good cider is good cider.  In the meantime, Jacob was furious.  He grabbed a torch and ran behind old Annie’s house and set fire to it in several places.  By the time anyone knew what had happened, Annie’s house was ablaze and unsalvageable.  Old Annie let out a shriek but calmed down soon enough when she saw Jacob coming around to the tree.

“I saved a special jug for you,” she said.
“Pah!” he spat.
But all the men were chanting, “Wassail, wassail, wassail!  Drink up, Jacob!  Drink your health!”

And so he did.  He grabbed the jug and began to drink as quickly as he could so he could get out of there and go home.  Things hadn’t gone exactly as he planned because Annie was still alive, and now she had no place to stay.  But as he was drinking, Annie crept up to the jug and tapped it on the bottom, saying “Crabapple, crabapple, fly to your mark!”  No one heard her because everyone was still drinking.  Except for the crabapple that was in the bottom of the jug.  It crept up the jug, into Jacob’s mouth, and lodged right in his throat!  No matter how hard he tried to expel it, it wouldn’t budge.  He tried to get people’s attention, but by this time they were all drunk.

Old Jacob fell down at the base of a crabapple tree.  Old Annie’s house burnt straight to the ground.  In the morning, the tipsy villagers all woke up with headaches to find that Jacob was dead, Annie’s house was burnt to the ground, and she had disappeared.  They were beside themselves with fear!  They grabbed their pitchforks and headed home.  Someone helped carry Jacob’s body home on the back of a horse.

They did their best to forget about it, but every Fall when the crabapples ripened at Old Annie’s orchard, they minded their manners.  They all had to pass by it almost daily on their way to and fro.  “Good Morning, Annie.  You sure do look pretty today!” they’d say, and tip their hats and head quickly on their way.  And woe to him who didn’t greet her kindly.  He’d hear, “Wassail!  Wassail!” and crabapples would fly out of the tree and pelt the miscreant on the face and back until he was black and blue all the way through.  I can honestly tell you that never again in that village did anyone say, “Crabbyface Crabapple Annie, old sourpuss!”