Even before I met Anne Belovich (at the Celebration of Old Roses), I had been advised to ask her about a rose growing in our garden when we moved in (b/c it was obviously an old rambler, her specialty). It was in an area with 2-3 other mystery old roses (in shade from a flowering crab apple tree, and a flowering quince giant bush, and other shrubs which had grown large). It had teenie, tiny, pink blooms, and was lovely each Spring. I had to do something with the long canes it kept putting out every Spring, as they were longer than the 6 foot wide bed, and would otherwise endanger passing pedestrians. Anyway, someone gave me Anne's email address (I was just learning about old roses, and old rose people, who were the nicest, most helpful group I ever had met), so I sent her some pictures and asked her about my rose. I was astonished to receive a definite answer the same day, with pictures of the rose she thought it was. Bingo! It was "Dawson's Apple Blossom", and was probably planted (from where it was, tangled up with other things) by my DH's Grandfather or Great Grandfather.
Pic below of it playing with some of the other folks it was growing near (I like to let things grow how they want to if I can - in first pic crab apple not blooming yet, but you can see DAB (pink), quince blooms, what we think may be Fortuniana or Odorata, (white), Eugene de Beauharnais (dark pinkish red), with Cramoisi Superior (red), and Safrano in the background on the right. Even though we have lived here for 30+ years, I had nothing to do with planting any of these roses, the tree, or the quince. All due to my DH's ancestors. I love the wild combination.
The second pic is of a rooted cutting of DAB growing on a Moon Gate trellis thing we installed over the stump of a giant oak tree.
Q