Pretty in Pink


Pretty in Pink

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Sylvandale whispers of women in long pink dresses planting saplings and dreaming of grandchildren eating the fruit.



  • Gosh, how gorgeous! Are they flowering cherries?

  • Very pretty, Kym! Pretty in Pink is the perfect title.

  • Quite the profusion of pink and white! If the wind were to blow strongly enough you might wind up with a blizzard of sorts!

  • Beautiful, Kym… I always admire those “wild” fruit trees. I assume they are plums but have never checked. Sylvandale was owned by a gal named Virginia Walker.After the 64 flood took her out, she had Sylvandale #2 at Myer’s Flat, now Meagher’s. Many are the stories but women in long pink dresses is definitely not what that one was about. She owned and operated a bulldozer. Maybe Ernie has a story. I have never seen a picture of the famed resort.

  • that is so pretty! I was wondering what they were until I read the comments.

  • Yes, Ben, the quintessential gentleman. I can see the smile on his face as he politely demurs. Women often wonder why there are few legends in history about famous women. There are legends in history about famous women, and they are passed from man to man. They are not to be heard by “polite folk”, and they are never, never put into writing. So you shan’t hear them from me neither.

    Virginia, who owned the Sylvandale bar and “Motel”, had more of the right equipment than a bulldozer. She had cocktail waitresses that were real pretty after a few beers, and she had cabins in the back for the poor loggers and men folk that couldn’t make it home in the evening. Those trees used to be virgin white before Virginia opened her bar. That’s the only thing I have to tell here!

    Ben, I’ll catch you later for some great man to man stories! But, none about me, I was just a kid in the corner back then, but I was beginning to notice that the waitresses were more friendly than women usually were.

    The reason that there are few stories in history about women is that they talk about the pretty apple tree, when the real story is going on underneath it.

  • ‘Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
    Anyone else but me, anyone else but me
    No! No! No!
    Don’t sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me
    Till I come marchin’ home’

  • No matter what stories lie behind (or beneath, Ernie!) those trees, they put on a lovely show for us. I love the pinks and whites and purples of spring. And the yellows and blues and oranges, too.

  • The picture is lovely, but I liked the story, too.

  • I’ve seen a lot of pretty photos in my years, but yours are the prettiest! Your vision is acute, your craft as sharp as can be. Keep it going, and get it published too!

  • Kipling described an apple tree in full bloom as “a bride in her wedding gown”. This “lady” looks ready for a formal ball.

    Someone’s going to have to take Ernie to task about the assumption that there are few stories about women in history.

  • Virginia Walker might have been a wild woman by night but she was a woman dreaming when she put out those trees.

    I want to know why the stretch from Phillipsville to Sylvandale is full of notorious wild houses.

  • Another breath-taking shot, Kym. Incredible!

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