Tell Me a Story about … Trees!

Trees 6Today’s post is in honor of our granddaughter’s first birthday! From the time she was an infant, she’s loved trees! I would hold her at the door in their apartment to look out. The tree in their courtyard delighted me with its twisty branches and limbs for sitting on. And Aria fell in love with it. Every time we’d go to the door, I’d say, “There’s your tree!” As the first tender smiles began to appear, many came at the mention of “her tree.” And the photo, taken this past Christmas (2019), shows her wonder at our Christmas tree.Trees 1

But now, let’s go back to childhood days. Three main types of trees stood tall on our property in Lewisberry, PA: locust trees with their long, brown seed pods, stately pines in a line, and four sugar maples whose leaves carpeted the yard and driveway with gold in autumn. I remember driving into the driveway and claiming it my own personal “yellow brick road” leading home.

Trees 2As children, my brothers and I enjoyed playing house outside. We never tired of creating natural concoctions in our play dishes. The tiny seeds peeled from the inside of the locust trees’ pods became raisins in mud cookies and beans in our grass soup, sprinkled with sand-salt and dirt-pepper.

Not to be outdone for playtime, the pine trees served as natural batting cages for our endless games of whiffle baseball. Most times, we’d face away from the pines to hit because there was a field on the other side. The man who owned the field often planted his garden right beside our property line (he rotated his crops in field and garden.) He didn’t cotton to little kids running through his seedlings after their wayward whiffle ball. But the pines did fine for would-be-catchers-who-couldn’t-catch.

And the maples? Well, besides their amazing beauty, the leaves gave shade for family Trees 3picnics and one outside beagle. And their whirlygigs? Anyone else remember calling the maple seeds that? I still love when those seeds come twirling down through the air, sometimes fifty or more at a time. And when they fell to the ground? Why, noses, of course! I can feel the stickiness of my fingers as we’d pry one after another of the gooey ends apart and apply them to our nose to stick straight out or up as a makeshift Pinocchio’s nose.

Then there was the climbing. We had one tree great for climbing in our childhood, and it wasn’t even ours. That same neighbor with his crops had an old apple tree that stood just off the back corner of our property on the edge of his field. He allowed us access to his field to climb that tree. I believe it was past its age of maximum production for apples, but it sure provided a harvest of fun times.

Children Playing in Nature illustrationThe trunk had grown quite large in circumference, abnormal for most apple trees I’ve seen. About seven feet up, a flat spot had been created amidst the larger limbs that continued up to its grand height. That level area, perfect for at least two kids to sit side by side, became a vehicle of varied sorts for imaginative youngsters, a picnic spot for hungry tweens, and a hiding place for angsty teens.

And I only fell out one time! But oh, what pain. I’d placed one foot on the trunk and the other foot onto the level spot, grabbed the two largest limbs on either side to heft my teenaged self up, felt my hands slip on the bark smoothed by years of similar climbs, and tumbled straight backwards onto my derrière. Physical pain and emotional embarrassment warred as I groaned, stood, and looked around warily, hoping no one had seen my “fall from grace.” That may have been my last attempt to climb that specific tree.

Finally, the last trees which played a huge part of the magic of my childhood … and still Trees 5do today as a full-grown child … Christmas trees! Through our youngest days, we bought ours from a tree lot. Mom and Dad would wait until we were asleep on Christmas Eve to bring the tree inside, put it in its stand, haul it up on top of a platform, deck it with as many lights and balls and trinkets and tinsel as it could hold, top it with a gold and cream angel, and surround it with a Lionel train and Plasticville village. Christmas morning, we’d come downstairs when our parents said we could, and there it would be – our Christmas tree, a display of radiance and love.

You know, that’s what trees are to me … symbols of love. God created the trees for us – for food, for play, for beauty. My childhood days held hours of play with our family. Christmas trees glittered with ornaments collected as gifts given and received through many holidays. Yes, trees symbolize love to me. And I’m glad I live in a state filled with many varieties to enjoy and pass on the love of to our grandchildren.

What did or do you enjoy trees for – their beauty, their harvest of fruit or nuts, their open branches for treehouses or birds’ nests, or maybe their sturdy limbs for a swing? Which is your favorite tree? What tree played a part in your childhood? Please share your stories!

4 thoughts on “Tell Me a Story about … Trees!

  1. Trees, wow, what a topic! There was the climbing tree at my grandma’s house. The different Christmas trees over the years — artifical and real. The hundreds-year-old live oak tree I visited and touched a few months ago after moving to South Carolina. Or the big, tall tree my youngest son David climbed to the top of when he was little. Someone came and told me and to see your little boy at the tippy top of a tree that must have been 50 feet tall was heart-stopping! We didn’t need the firemen. He was able to climb back down but was told in no uncertain terms and quite loudly to NEVER EVER do that again!

    Or the tree outside my patio in the apartment we lived in back in Indiana that I loved. I’d listen to the birds singing in it and enjoy its shade on a hot day. It was comforting, especially during some tough times. Then one day the complex took a chain saw and cut it down! Oh my heart! Oh I cried. That tree had been my friend. I kept our blinds shut for days. I couldn’t bear to see that tree not there anymore, and also the pieces of it thrown into the nearby field. I could see them like a trash heap, or a grave out the window.

    Our 20-year-old Kitty died this past Tuesday and of course we are heartbroken. In thinking about where we might scatter his ashes, I thought about that field where the pieces of my tree were tossed. Kitty lived with us in six different homes but the place we lived with him the longest was that apartment complex. He used to sit in that patio door looking out at that field, watching birds, squirrels, groundhogs and deer! When the tree still stood and birds flew in and out of it, he enjoyed watching them and would make little chittering sounds to them. Probably meaning he was about to attack, lol, but he was an inside cat all his life, so could only terrorize them from behind the screen door! I have some photos of him looking out that door with the field in the background. I thought about scattering his ashes over the remnants of that old tree, if it’s still there. It might be years before we ever get a chance to visit our old hometown again but if we ever get to, that is what I think I’d like to do.

    I love trees. My mom had a collection of wooden figurines of trees. Oh how many I found in her house after she died! She used to say I was going to have all of that to deal with some day. Boy did I ever! My dad used to say she had a forest in their house, lol.

    There is a book and movie called The Christmas Tree by Julie Salamon. Both the book and the TV movie were wonderful I thought. Julie Harris played a nun in it and had a very special tree she’d run to for comfort all her life. She was approached by the people who liked her tree so much they wanted to use it for the Radio city Music Hall Tree that Christmas. The guy trying to talk her into it and her develop a friendship and they learn a lot from each other. Things that bring healing to both their lives. My favorite scene, though, is when she tells him to hug her tree. He feels stupid but he does it to appease her. When he does, he is very moved by the experience. It’s really a beautiful story. Maybe I will watch that one again.

    Thank you for the memories of special trees and the meaning they hold.

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    • Oh, Julie, I’m so sorry about your beloved Kitty. I’ve prayed for you this week when I saw your Facebook posts. I think what you plan to do sounds special. The tree Aria likes outside their old apartment is also slated to be cut down. I was sad to hear it, but now that they don’t live there anymore, it won’t be so bad.

      I LOVE that your mom had a tree collection! I wish I had one!! If you have any photos, I’d love it if you could message one or two to me on Facebook. I’ll have to keep my eyes open for tree figurines. They will fit into my nature-themed collections well! I have two bay-window sills that I create displays on with bird, deer, and other wildlife figurines, add some driftwood and stones, sprinkle with pinecones, and finish off with a few silk flowers. I love them!

      And now, I have to find that movie to watch! I’m sure I’ll love it, too. Thank for sharing every week. It blesses me.


      • I think the trees I have of my mom’s will probably be in storage but if I come across any photos of them, I’ll message them to you.

        And here is a You Tube link to that movie if you care to watch it that way. I did watch it last night myself! I have the book too — of course it was given me by my mom many years ago!

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