By Erin Carlson
As an extended celebration of the fourth of July (and because we just couldn’t let the party die) this week’s article is about good-ol’ American myths.
My first instinct was to write an intimate biography of Johnny Appleseed because, well . . . he’s as American as apple pie (pun not only intended, but pain-stakingly planned).
You know the drill; I’d tell you his real name was John Chapman and that squirrels ate out of his hand. We’d probably end by coloring all the states on a map that he visited and then cutting open an apple around its equator to see the star core. Maybe I’m confusing this with what we did in my first grade class.
If you’re like me, an elementary school introduction is all you ever learned about Johnny. You may be surprised (and slightly disenchanted with history) to learn that he did not, in fact, wander the wilderness from coast to coast spreading his wild seed (so to speak) and cozying up with some friendly bear families at night. In fact, I was most surprised to find out that he travelled and remained almost exclusively in such unromantic places as Pennsylvania, Ohio, and Indiana.
When I realized that Johnny Appleseed was not only active around my hometown, but also in areas of Ohio where my boyfriend’s family camps for the summer, I knew I had my subject. I pledged to walk in Johnny’s steps, don my tin-pan hat, and taste the apples of his labor.
Although his first orchard is reported to have been along Brokenstraw Creek near Warren, Ohio, his second was rumored to have been in Venango County, Pennsylvania, specifically in the city of Franklin, more specifically at “French Creek.” I found this bit of direction particularly curious because French Creek, running through much of northwestern Pennsylvania, is a surprisingly poor indicator of exact location. Still, I would not be deterred and set off for Franklin, granola bars in tow, hoping to gain knowledge of the legendary man.
Thanks to a stately marker, I was able to identify a location where Jonny Appleseed had probably once stood. Okay, the plaque didn’t go as far as to claim that, but it did read:
John Chapman, an actual person as well as a folk hero, lived nearby along French Creek between 1797 and 1804. Records indicate he had a nursery there and one near Warren, Pa., before moving on to Ohio. Born 1774 in Massachusetts, he died in Indiana, 1845.
And hey, Franklin isn’t a very big area. Given the geographic surface area, I was probably standing where he had once slept. Accepting that I would have to take this on faith, I looked up across the broad creek and imagined an apple orchard nestled near its bank. It was beautiful.

Can't you just imagine an orchard here?
The next phase of my journey took me to Mohican Wilderness Camp near Greer, Loudonville, and other non-descript small towns in central Ohio. The area, having been recently hit with severe storms, was powerless. Trees remained downed along the road for longer than I would have thought possible in this day and age.

Striking resemblance...
Finally, I made it to my destination – the tallest known Johnny Appleseed likeness in the states. The chainsaw-carved statue is an impressive 18 feet tall and has approximately the same bean-pole frame as my boyfriend.
Taking a bite out of a crisp apple (okay, it was a snicker’s bar) I shielded my eyes and surveyed the legendary man. Right then, a small bird alighted on his great wooden head, reminding me of Johnny’s most important message: his gentle animal-loving ways.
John Chapman, better known as Johnny Appleseed, first entered north central Ohio at the start of the 1800s. During the first quarter of the century, he established nurseries fro which he sold or gave away saplings to incoming settlers.
John lived in harmony and simplicity with the white settlers, the native Indians, nature, and the animal world. This orchard was planted to continue John’s work as a horticulturist and environmentalist.
His statue was carved of American elm by local artist Brenda Bubbard. At 18 feet, it is the tallest known likeness of Johnny.
sources: http://www.pabook.libraries.psu.edu/palitmap/bios/Chapman__John.html
Erin Carlson is studying writing at Indiana University of Pennsylvania. In her free time she enjoys eating and playing with her new kitten.
