Clotheslines and Apple Trees

In Jerusalem there are lots of apartments, such as mine, where people hang their clothes out the window, or maybe on the roof. Which reminds me of apple trees. Why? Read on.
About the only fruit I eat much of is apples. But most apples you buy at the store aren't very good. The apples we grew in Indiana were a hundred times more flavorful. One tree produced sweet, red-streaked apples. The other one produced very round, very sweet, light-green apples. The green apples, if you didn't pick them up, would have made a pile at least a foot deep all around the tree, if they all fell at once. I had to go out every day and pick up or throw away as many apples as I could, before they rotted, or they would attract wasps and hornets. We probably used less than a tenth of them.
My green apple tree was also a handy place to tie one end of the clothesline. The other end was attached to the garage. Hanging out clothes was always a pleasant thing to do, although in southern Indiana it was often too humid to get them as dry as I liked, so I would still put them in the dryer for a few minutes. One day I decided that the clothesline needed to be raised a little, for the first time in several years. As soon as I loosened the garage end of the clothesline, alas! the apple tree came crashing down. It had considerable insect damage right in the middle of the trunk that I had never noticed. I hoped it would sprout up again from the roots, and it did, but the sprout got cut down with the lawn mower. So that was the end of the best-tasting apples on earth. The other tree had the second-best-tasting apples on earth, but it didn't bear as well, and there was more problem with blight.
I wasn't interested in spraying it. In some orchards they spray several times a year and the trees get dependent on it. If you suddenly stop spraying, you will get no apples at all. But each year the apple tree will recover its independence from spray and bear again. Without spray you don't have such pretty apples, but for home use that doesn't matter.