These are the kind of stories I eat up. :) It's a great interview with the author of the newest book on Johnny Appleseed, complete with excerpts.
"On a raw March evening in 1845, an old man knocked at the door of a cabin in the Indiana wilderness. His name was John Chapman.
Most nights, Chapman slept outside under the stars. But that day he had walked 15 miles through snow and rain, and for once he wanted shelter.
Inside, Chapman curled up by the fire with a bowl of bread and milk. Some stories say he read the Beatitudes to his hosts. Others just say ... (click here to read the entire article)"