Not too many memories of my childhood and many of them are bad. The period between about age 11 and age 17 was one in which my family was falling apart: alcohol, disfunction, emotional abuse, you name it. But one/some of the few positive memories are of experiences--tonight, I'm recalling the Macintosh apple. We lived not far from orchards, and two or three times in my recollection we went, picked, brought 'em home, and made applesauce. What notes would Charles Ives use to recall the remembered taste of a Macintosh apple?