I grew up in Lansing, Illinois, a southeastern suburb of Chicago. When I was two years old, we moved into a pre-World War II house with a double lot that had older, established trees and a pa
Our family tree's story goes back over seven years ago to a small town in Oklahoma.
Growing up we had more than one horse chestnut tree around our block on the northwest side of Chicago. As kids, we liked to collect the chestnuts when they fell in their prickly green covers.
In no time we were in love with the backyard. Of all the exciting new things about moving to Downers Grove and having our first single-family house, we were continually drawn to the backyard.
Our son Artie, who was three years old at the time, and I planted an acorn that I had found in our backyard. We protected it from mice and deer over the years and watched it grow.
Behind our backyard, through an opening in the prickly bushes, was an orchard. At least that was what my mother called it when I was young, growing up in the Chicago suburbs. It was ten
When I moved to the Glen Ellyn area over 40 years ago, my husband and I were delighted to discover the Morton Arboretum. It was nearby and a great place for hiking.
This tree lives in our backyard, standing sentry at the border between standard-issue carpet-grass lawn and a riot of fringe woodland that spills over from the cemetery behind us.Through 22 seasons
My parents moved onto their Tinley Park half-acre lot when I was two years old. Toward the center of the backyard was an old silver maple. Its trunk measured at least three feet in diameter.
Years ago, before I knew that Bradford pear trees were not long lasting, I planted one in my front yard.
Trees have always been an important part of my life, especially during my childhood.
When my parents were married in 1955, they didn't have a lot of money.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
----Robert Frost
How do you find the perfect tree to honor a young, beautiful life taken too soon? The answer is: the tree finds you!
Over the years my family has visited the Morton Arboretum for the beauty of the trees. The spring blossoms, the summer leaves, and the autumn colors.
It was at my first birthday party and my second.
Searching for property in 1977, the bur oak sealed the deal.
Growing up in the Evergreen State, I was used to trees in every corner of space available. Even single-family home on a quarter acre might still be home to multiple 50' Douglas firs.
Born and raised in the small town of Itasca, my family moved to a larger home with a larger yard when I was five.
Once upon a time there was a young girl who loved her grandmother's back yard. It was filled with many white pine trees. The one next to the school parking lot somehow beckoned to her.
