Showing posts with label The Orchard Project. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Orchard Project. Show all posts

Friday, February 10, 2017

Health and Happiness: The Orchard Project Picks Both

December 7th, 2016
Leah Mangold

“You came all this way to pick apples? You know it’s raining, right?” The town resident I had stopped to ask for directions seems baffled that a teenager living in London would travel to Waltham Abbey for a harvest day. He looks at my wellies, then back at the sky, as if rain in London is not a semi-frequent occurrence. I do not blame him for being confused. Few Londoners step outside the city to get their fruit. Even fewer do it in the rain. 
Overgrown trees make for labor-intensive work
and slow progress
The people involved in The Orchard Project, however, are not afraid of getting their boots muddy. The nationwide charity is presently committed to restoring and preserving old orchards in London. Starting in 2017, the team will focus its attention on the abandoned fruit trees in Waltham Abbey.
Stephanie Irwin, one of the team’s Orchard Restoration Project Managers, believes that restoring these trees is vitally important. “Old fruit trees are very good for biodiversity” she explains. Unfortunately, many of London’s old orchards have been destroyed. The Heathrow airport runways, for example, have replaced many of the historic orchards that previously provided fruit for the city. “We can’t bring those back,” she says, “but we can preserve the ones that are still here.”
Waltham Abbey’s fruit trees are certainly salvageable.  When I meet up with the group for Harvest Day, the abundance of apples available for picking are surprisingly high. Lewis McNeil, the other Orchard Restoration Project Manager, hands me a “picker”—a retractable pole with claws on the end—and tells me to get to work. I quickly find myself making conversation with the others as we pluck apples from trees and drop them into crates.
I learn that working in orchards is twofold; it helps sustain both the trees and the community. But the crew in Waltham Abbey is small. Thus, one aspiration is to set down emotional roots in the community. The team hopes “to engage the local people and give them the expertise they need to preserve the orchards.” In many ways, it already has.
Waltham Abbey is just one of many orchards taken under the wings of The Orchard Project. Throughout the past seven years, the charity has held festive events, such as apple Halloween parties, and has made and sold homemade fruit juice using donated apples. The team also hosts workshops centered around planting and maintenance to teach city dwellers the importance of urban orchards.
Mid morning sun shines over Waltham Abbey's abandoned apple trees
On other occasions the team simply shows up to local events already in place. They have a fluid approach; depending on whom they are working with, they get involved in different ways. Says Irwin, “We look out for annual events and traditions of the town we are working with…and see how we can tap into that local community”. By creating relationships one-on-one, the Orchard Project can develop a network of support from locals.
Earlier this autumn, the team set up a booth in a small street festival hosted by Alora Cereals. Paired with the free food and music already provided by the cereal company, The Orchard Project evoked interest from international visitors. Allison Canfield, an 18-year-old from a small town in Iowa, says the friendly atmosphere of the festival reminded her of home. “It was such a family friendly community event…even though it was in a big city it felt like I was in a small town and everyone seemed to know each other.” Her description embodies what The Orchard Project’s events are all about: creating relationships. 
It is this grassroots approach that the team uses to inspire others to get involved in events like Harvest Day and Apple Juicing Day. “Because once you get people interested in where their food comes from,” says McNeil, “people will have more of an appreciation of nature, and hopefully have…more of a feeling of stewardship [to] the very systems that we completely depend on and are in fact a part of.”
Inwin stresses that no contribution of time is too small. Some people may help harvest every weekend, others may just come once or twice to a festival. No matter how involved they are, “They are still part of keeping [the orchards] alive.” As soon as a place holds memories, it also holds meaning. This is the first step towards initiating change; or rather, prevent unwanted change. “People are much more likely to want to defend an orchard under threat if they’ve spent time there and enjoyed it with friends.” Otherwise, this public land may go to waste.
Because so many of London’s orchards have been replaced by buildings, the fruit we buy in supermarkets are outsourced. Major corporations have mass-delivery down to a science. New advances in technology allow apples to stay “fresh” for longer; even “organic” apples—free of chemicals— are placed in cold temperatures to prevent aging. average supermarket apple is 14 months old, according to educator Kristen Michaelis. 
This faux freshness causes supermarket apples to be stripped of most of their nutrients; antioxidant levels drop when exposed to cold temperatures for several months. When people choose to eat supermarket apples, they believe they are receiving antioxidants like polyphenol, which helps fight cancer. But because the apples are in refrigeration for so long, people end up ingesting very few of these nutrients. Orchards provide freshness that is trustworthy.
We stop to taste some of our crop and McNeil enlightens me about apple diversity. “You could eat a different type of apple every day,” he says in between bites, “and you would last six years without ever repeating the same variety.” He tells me about the apples he’s tasted. “Some sweet. Some sour. Some taste like pineapple. Some like bananas, strawberries. Anything, really.” According to The Telegraph, there are 2,500 varieties of apples in the UK alone.
Lewis McNeil, Orchard Restoration Project Manager
But of all the types available, only a scant variety of apples are resilient enough for the supermarket shelves. Mass production requires a specific sort of apple; one durable enough to survive the trip without getting too mushy or bruised. Thus, fewer and fewer people have tasted anything but the most generic red apple. The Orchard Project aims to reverse this trend. “The only way you will taste some of these [kinds of apples] is by either growing your own or becoming involved in community orchards,” Irwin explains.
Few deny the health benefits of orchard fruit. But for many Londoners, a quick stop at Sainsbury’s is more convenient. When asked how she felt about the lack of nutrients in store-bought apples, student Kenzie Provencher, 18, answered bluntly, “People like me who want to live cheaply don’t have much of a choice [about where to shop]. “I mean, I would love to get involved with an orchard. But [while I’m living in] London I don’t have time. Maybe next year.” Growing food can feel counterproductive, not to mention impractical.
Irwin believes the opposite is true. One reason the project decided to focus on fruit trees is because of their relative low-maintenance and resilience. Rather than vegetables that must be planted annually, fruit trees, after the initial planting and pruning, require little maintenance. “In that sense” Irwin says, “it’s less work than growing vegetables and trees continue to provide.”
Lewis says orchards are a gift. “These trees,” he says warmly, “They aren’t here for any other reason than education and getting people reconnected with nature.” He laughs. “Actually we saw a lot of people come and later on they kind of said, ‘Oh, no, someone else has discovered our fruit trees. Quick let’s go get the plums.’ So people definitely know the trees are here [now]. And that’s what it’s all about really.”
He envisions and hopes for a future where visiting orchards is the norm, not the exception. Perhaps then, when I ask for directions to the Waltham Abbey orchards, no resident will scoff. Instead, he or she will join me on the quest for freshness: both in body and in spirit.  

Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Goodbye, Venice. Hello, Scotland!


 Zoe and I woke up early to get ready to go to Murano, the island that Luca had recommended to see glassblowing. (YAY).

The day before I had searched for a glass-blown horse for my sister, Alison. All I could find were unicorns. 
Plans changed a bit and we ended up meeting up with Melanie earlier than expected. The three of us took the long trip to the island, with only a slight unease at the fact that our departure flight time was creeping closer...

Again, only unicorns! When I asked this guy if there were any horses sold anywhere he said, "Ma'am, We like our unicorns." Oh well.



Luca told us that all the glass-blowers would try to charge us money to see demonstrations, but that it was illegal. He told us to ignore them and continue in, and they would not ask again. He was right. 


We walked around and went to the demonstration through the side door, and no one asked us for money. The demonstration ended up being really cool (it took this man maybe five minutes to finish the entire sculpture!) so I did leave a tip:


(And yes, he made a unicorn.)


After the demonstration we headed to one last island:

As you can see, Burano is relatively far north...(compared to San Marco) we used our travel pass so it was not expensive but took a decent amount of time. 
This place was SO COOL. The island had a completely different feel:


oh. the. colors. 

 We spent the short time we had there exploring the stores and walking down the streets. The middle picture (above) illustrates just how crowded some of the roads were (not even sure if I can call something so narrow a road!). The homemade lace and paintings were absolutely breathtaking.


 
Tiny openings between buildings to form pathways to walk. 

Laundry hanging from the line...just an ordinary home :)





 Vibrant colors make a good backdrop :)


And nothing like a reminder of home for a good shoe picture:

I have no idea what this actually stands for :)
Our journey back to San Marco was a bit rocky, but we did eventually make it back in time for our flight. 


And just like that, I was back in London.


And back to studying for finals. 

"City life without elevators is exhausting."
I had one final due that week. My journalism feature article. That Monday I had my last interview with The Orchard Project, gathered all the pieces I had gathered over the semester, and sat down in a cafe to put it all together:


I felt like a real journalist for the first time. It was awesome. 

And then, with that out of the way, I headed North:



(T.k. Maxx isn't just a Stirling thing. All of Europe has the 'k' variation. Weird? Yes.)


More about Scotland, The Orchard Project, and this girl coming soon!










Monday, November 14, 2016

To The Future Study Abroad Student

(an assignment for Crucible of London)

To the Future Study Abroad Student,

When you first step off the plane into Heathrow airport, it may not feel different. You may not quite realize you are in one of the most diverse cities in the world. The same thought may resound throughout the first hour. The first day. Perhaps even the first week. But soon you will discover that London is the heart of cross-culturalism, and if you embrace it and immerse yourself in it, you will have the experience of a lifetime.

Before coming to England, I imagined British culture to center around tea, The Royal Family, pubs, and sights like Big Ben and London Bridge. The British people I imagined I would meet were, I am ashamed to admit, predominantly white. This couldn’t be farther from the truth.

The variety of cultures, ethnicities and races in London is vast, but not always obvious. If the only walk you take is the one from your apartment to school and then back, you probably will not see London for what it is. I live with fourteen other Americans, and go to school with dozens more. To meet international people, I must be creative. 

There are several ways to do so. First, I recommend reading. Take a copy of The Evening Standard—a free newspaper distributed at the tube stations every weekday—and look for pamphlets or signs that advertise nearby events. Let the publishers do the work for you—they are always advertising for a variety of free events and festivals. Find one near you and check it out. 

My friend and I visited the Urban Food Fest—an assortment of food vendors in an empty car park. We decided to have Jamaican cuisine for lunch when the Jamaicans at one booth urged us to try a sample of their food. While they cooked our lunch, we chatted. Their accents alone gave proof to the diversity I was witnessing. They were fascinating to listen and talk to.

At another hole-in-the-wall festival, I found out about a local group called The Orchard Project, a charity group working to restore orchards in and around London. I watched with fascination as Lewis, one of the members, gave seven of us a tour of a tiny orchard in a patch of grass hidden behind a garage. Inspired by his passion, I signed up to help at one of their harvesting events. Several weeks later, I found myself on a train to an old orchard in Waltham Abbey, where myself and eight locals spent the day twisting apples off the top of the trees with long poles to reach the branches. I certainly didn’t imagine I would end up with neck pain from picking apples when I first arrived in London!

            Another way to learn about other cultures is to be spontaneous and step out of your comfort zone.  Last week, I had several hours to spare when I arrived at Archway, the station located fifteen minutes from my house. Instead of getting on the bus I normally used—the one I was comfortable with— I decided to take a different bus to see which route it took. I ended up getting very lost. After circling a bit, I decided to head back to Archway, and catch my regular bus there. To find my way back, I approached a middle-aged businessman, who was happy to give me directions. We ended up heading the same way, so we made conversation for the entirety of the ten-minute walk. Originally from Uganda, he was interested in what life was like in America. And he talked about home with a nostalgic smile—said, “There isn’t much there, but it’s home”. Then he pointed out the station building, and went his separate way. If I hadn’t been open to explore the area, if I hadn’t taken a different route, and if I hadn’t been willing to talk to people, I never would’ve met this man and wouldn’t have learned about Uganda—however cursory it may have been. Soak up opportunities like this as much as you can—don’t stick too strictly to a schedule or you may miss them. 

London is much different than the rest of England. This week, I took a weekend trip to Brighton, and then traveled further to Isfield, a town in East Sussex. At the bed and breakfast, I was served tea and scones and talked with the elderly owners. This English town was much more like the England I had imagined. I only saw two non-Caucasian families the entire weekend.

Even so, the ideal is the same. You must make the effort to go beyond the touristy sights, or you won’t notice the culture for what it is. Fill your day with festivals, not familiar fast food. Unplug your headphones and listen to the undertones of the city.  Read the local newspaper. Take detours. Ask around. Observe.

The fact is, like ships passing in the night, there are so many events going on at once and you will never be able to see them all. But that’s the beauty of multiculturalism. As one family is celebrating an Indian wedding, another may be picking apples for a fundraiser. Make the most of where you happen to find yourself, and soon enough, you’ll have similar stories to share.

Safe travels,

Leah Mangold
FYSAE Student, Arcadia University

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Outside The City

My mother told me she is having blog-withdrawal symptoms...but as soon as I get ready to blog, more exciting things take me away from my computer (not to mention homework!)

Look, Mom, it's me!


So I'm gonna post a few topical entries rather than a long chronological one. Here's a snippet of my Thursday (October 14th):

You may remember my earlier post about The Orchard Project. I decided to volunteer at one of their upcoming events, partly because I was inspired and partly because I was prepping topics for my feature article for journalism. I emailed one of the team members, who said it would be "brilliant" if I came to help Thursday morning for an apple-picking event.

Proof I made it to the meeting place!
So I packed my school bag, slipped on my wellies and was out the door before eight (no small feat for a girl who usually sleeps in on Thursdays!).

I was a little but unsure about legistics of getting to the meeting place because it involved leaving the city and switching from several tube lines onto trains and then buses. The town was outside the radius covered with my travel card, so I had to buy a day pass. Waiting for the train:


And then I was in the countryside!! Grass! Gas Stations! (I know they don't sound like they go together but truly...there are no gas stations in the city). It was raining and I didn't have directions so I went the opposite direction of where I was supposed to be (is anyone surprised?) but I managed to find my way to a bus station and paid the driver to drop me off at Waltham Abbey Market Square:


And I had a really nice conversation with this man on the bus, who walked me to the square so that I wouldn't get lost. He thought it was funny that I was coming all the way from the inner city to pick apples. In the rain. 


But it was the best.


We used these pole thingies (apple pole picker? Idk.) to reach up and twist the apples off the tree. The trees were TALL and pretty much all the lower branches were already picked over. My neck still aches from arching my head to see where I was reaching. 


Picture-taking provides a good excuse for a break ;)


     

And sampling does, too!

These pears taste like apples but have the texture of pears....So good.

I was not expecting the group to be so small. There were six of us (a few I remembered from the Alora Festival). This was their first harvest; usually they either receive apple donations or are planting apple trees. It was neat to be part of a blossoming project (no pun intended!) and to see the kinship the group had. Looking forward to covering the project in a feature article for my Journalism class!


We finished with barely enough time for me to commute back to class, so Abby drove me to the train station, and Ella gave me directions on her phone (her and two others were in the backseat: it was a full car!). This was the first time I had been in a car since August, and I was very excited...

Me: (overwhelmed about the left-oriented car) "This is so weird!"
Abby: "Sorry!"
Me: "Oh no, not this. This is great! The steering wheel."

I need to work on the filter between my brain and my mouth lest I seem ungrateful!


I may or may not have been 10 minutes late to Sociology, but I shared my pears so it's okay :)