Growing up we had a large really old cherry tree. I remember that every year my sisters and I would climb the tree to pick as many cherries as we could. We would rush the cherries into my mother who made the best Cherry Pie ever.
My mother's pie crust was and still is hands down my favorite crust and I really have never been able to duplicate it nor tasted one as good.
That old cherry tree we had growing up finally split down the middle and died and that was a sad day indeed.