tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post6318197948193890562..comments2024-03-28T18:40:05.789-04:00Comments on Writers Who Kill: If Trees Could Talk by Connie BerryJim Jacksonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-18824671792537767502021-09-23T11:27:57.035-04:002021-09-23T11:27:57.035-04:00Lovely essay, Connie. When I was curator at the hi...Lovely essay, Connie. When I was curator at the history museum in Tennessee's oldest town, I occasionally took kids on a tree tour of town. One oak on Main Street was estimated to be 450-500 years old. The kids loved seeing how many of them it took, holding hands, to circle the trunk, and thinking about how much history the tree had witnessed.Molly MacRaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07755143318141885327noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-21906011002503622112021-09-23T11:26:01.870-04:002021-09-23T11:26:01.870-04:00I love this post about large trees. Yes, time to h...I love this post about large trees. Yes, time to have one in your series.Marilyn Levinsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10424778692932139865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-41928262829075908742021-09-23T10:32:55.629-04:002021-09-23T10:32:55.629-04:00How I love trees and loved this essay, Connie. Tha...How I love trees and loved this essay, Connie. That pic of you inside the tree is adorable.<br />Our area has a few remaining old copper beeches, which grow in the most appealing way, with strong low branches that resemble elephants' trunks. These branches make them irresistible to children. Most survived hundreds of years of climbers, but were carried away by a freakish hurricane-like storm a few years ago. I'm still not over it!Shari Randallhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16425493627354028820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-65540488028101618932021-09-23T09:48:37.982-04:002021-09-23T09:48:37.982-04:00It always pains me when I see those old photograph...It always pains me when I see those old photographs of lumberjack standing proudly in a group on massive tree trunks or the pictures of a train with chunks of trees so wide that each portion takes up an entire railroad car. How long had they taken to grow to such dimensions, only to be cut down in a few days? <br /><br />Charcoal burners (mostly to supply iron furnaces) clear-cut acres and acres of woods. The biggest ones on our property dated from just after that, hardly more than a hundred years old.<br /><br />I hope we are beginning to show a better appreciation for our trees.KM Rockwoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03973749764907859829noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-79384877448139147642021-09-23T09:06:58.252-04:002021-09-23T09:06:58.252-04:00What a great tree! So glad you have preserved and ...What a great tree! So glad you have preserved and protected it. I've planted many a tree - mostly citrus when I lived in Florida which were then demolished by the Department of Agriculture in the first citrus canker blight. None of the trees had canker, but canker was found within the 500 foot radius of my trees so I came home from work one day to find them gone and a pile of sawdust marking where they had lived. <br /><br />Our current Florida property has a massive live oak. It sits right next to the house. When we called the arborist to advise us prior to having it trimmed, he said it was close to 500 years old. My skepticism must have showed - old yes, 500 years - hum - he brought us copies of old maps that showed the oak as a landmark. However old it is, I'm glad it managed to survive the various development surges. It's a lovely tree.Kaithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07758348842858993203noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-83675336213970440662021-09-23T09:01:12.401-04:002021-09-23T09:01:12.401-04:00I have a gingko in my front yard. Love the gold le...I have a gingko in my front yard. Love the gold leaves in the fall. Susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14080938779828043023noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-47020062096481549862021-09-23T08:58:14.667-04:002021-09-23T08:58:14.667-04:00I planted a Forest Pansy Redbud to celebrate my gr...I planted a Forest Pansy Redbud to celebrate my grandson's birth, then remembered cicada season was about to hit. I acquired the proper netting and checked twice a day to make sure cicadas weren't slitting small branches to lay their eggs. I'll spare you the details of hapless cicadas who made it through the netting.<br /><br />Lots of vigilance paid off and Jack's tree is thriving.Margaret S. Hamiltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07810307017440257313noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-993649290245605005.post-59385510059810560882021-09-23T08:52:47.051-04:002021-09-23T08:52:47.051-04:00The oldest tree on property I owned that I am awar...The oldest tree on property I owned that I am aware of was a sugar maple that dated to the American Revolution. Just this past weekend we discovered a yellow birch on some property I recently acquired that has a diameter approaching 30". It dwarfed the other trees in the area and was the only yellow birch around. Given those woods have been logged for the last 150 years, how this one survived is a bit of a mystery, but I was delighted to make its aquaintance.Jim Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15090252530437277145noreply@blogger.com