![]() ![]() ![]() “What are you doing?” “Transplanting tomato plants, I replied.” “Getting them ready for your garden, huh?” “Yes,” said I. Vera is a feisty, independent little lady in her 80’s. Late on a March afternoon while transplanting at my kitchen work table I received a call from Aunt Vera. since I live alone, having tomato plants scattered all around the house was no problem. Until mid-April, when it was warm enough to leave them outside at night, I was spending an hour each morning and each evening moving them out and carrying them in. On warm days I would carry them outside to bathe in the bright sunshine and then tote them back in at night. Soon I had flats of seedlings and transplants scattered throughout the house. Not having a greenhouse, I started by planting several flats in my kitchen. Maybe I ought to grow a few and see if they will sell!” I bet if people could get them they would love them as much as I do. ![]() It came while studying the heirloom tomato seed section when I though, “You know, nurseries no longer sell these plants. On a cold winter’s night of February 1993 I was thumbing through my treasure of new seed catalogs when an idea suddenly popped into my head. Enjoy this peek into his entry into selling tomato plants in his area. Darrell was instrumental in the discovery of Cherokee Green, which emerged from the sample of Cherokee Chocolate sent to me in 1997. His obituary tells a bit about his wonderful life. Darrell departed this earth on April 24, 2008, at the age of 69. Here’s a charming guest article for our newsletter by Oklahoma’s own “Tomato Man”, Darrell Merrell. ![]()
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