tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32490357.post7688048691697185042..comments2024-02-28T09:44:26.949-06:00Comments on (Just) Popped in My Head: Farkleberry Tarts and Monkey Brains--Davidhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03884046413767054746noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32490357.post-67801376383187835912008-11-22T16:41:00.000-06:002008-11-22T16:41:00.000-06:00Fist of all, they are MONKEY BALLS. Not brains. Yo...Fist of all, they are MONKEY BALLS. Not brains. You get 1/2 point for that. I can see how you thought it was brain. These things actually flower and are very pretty. They turn into a ball of white blossoms. When the whole tree is in bloom, it's awesome. The park you refer to was not a park at all. It was Dorothy and Jim Irwin's house! You used to play with their grandchildren, Celeste and Billy. Dorothy's house was down on Curry Hollow, had a very long cement set of stairs that went down to the yard, but you crossed a cement bridge over the creek which went through their property. The stone walls lined the creek as it flowed through their property. The stone matched the stone of the house. The yard was huge and park like and had a grape arbor you could walk under to go to the driveway and the back door! And there were a few of the monkey ball trees on the property as well. Does this jog your memory?Sharhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00982255679432082445noreply@blogger.com