Monday, March 19, 2007
A Tree with HISTORY
I was blessed to grow up on the same soil that my Grandfather raised his children. The Willow Tree was planted by Grandpa himself which was the beginning of many stories to be told.
My father tells a childhood story of how his dad once used the willows to give him a "whippin" after he jumped on the back of the family pig. Lesson learned: "Pig Riding" is not acceptable. Being only six years old I assume that because it is one of those few childhood memories, the willow tree has always held a place in his heart. Ha Ha.
I remember climbing the tree with my childhood friend. Our escape from the world:)
The tree has been through it all. Years back it was struck by lightning but continued to stand. It's been rotting for years. One big branch fell to the ground and started growing again. This tree has proven to be indestructible
Dad has been concerned that the tree could fall on the horses that pasture there or one of the more adventurous grandchildren.
Last week he decided it was time for the tree to come down. On friday he tried to burn it down. It burned and burned but it didn't fall.
On Saturday, we found him with chainsaw in hand cutting that old tree from every side.
Dad had lots of moral support. We waited for the tree to fall. We waited and waited.
There was a slight breeze which was blowing in the wrong direction. It seemed to keep the tree upright even after it had been cut. Dad predicted
that as soon as the wind stops the tree would fall and he was right. The breeze stopped and we watched our willow tree come crashing to the ground.
I'm wondering now if the memories of saturday will be the last of The Willow Tree.
My boys and the nieces and nephews were there. I think Four Generations of memories with one tree is pretty cool.