Dec
9
2009
I Miss Those Magnificent Oaks
Author: siggyI miss those magnificent oak trees that I passed by every time I went to the local post office. They were only a block away.
I talked once to the man, “Drummy?” who informed me he planted them decades ago. He lived until 101 and was called the oldest boy scout in the county.
There were only three left. I had moved away and once was visiting my old haunts. The last three were gone. There were holes where the trunks used to be. They were 100 foot plus high stately oaks.
They were not diseased but were cut down because if they ever fell down, they might do major damage to the three nearby houses.
The trees did nothing wrong and I was glad I did not live in that town any longer because every time I would pass that street I would think of those trees. I (???) still mourning their death.
Tags: 100 feet tall, 101 year old man, death, mourning the trees, nature, oak tree, oldest boy scout in the country, post office, trees
December 9th, 2009 at 5:36 pm
For years now, Kathy and I have wanted to do “something” with the enclosed porch that had at one time been slapped onto the front of our house. It was always such a flimsy thing, not well insulated and not well thought out. If we were to actually replace it, we’d get another room to use (one that could be used for something other than storage), and we could sit out there in the summer mornings to enjoy our breakfast. Well… we started the process of replacing that old structure only to learn we couldn’t obtain a permit. We couldn’t get one from the township unless we removed that mighty oak tree which had grown up next to the porch. It seems it would be too close to the new structure. So… that was that. The rickety porch remains. As does the mighty oak!
Brother John
Lansdowne, Pennsylvania USA
December 9th, 2009 at 8:48 pm
Everywhere I live a tree I have grown familiar with are like friends to me. And I feel a loss when someone cuts them down.