My tree story is about a ginkgo tree on the campus of Illinois State University.
When I was a little kid I was the youngest of three, and when my brother and sister didn't want to play with me, outside my dad's house was this big maple tree next to our driveway, and I was able
I would call my tree story the Five-Fingered Tree. My tree story is about a tree that is in Flossmoor, Illinois.
My tree story is about a weeping willow tree that was in my next-door neighbor's yard.
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
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.
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.
When I was a young girl--until I reached college-age and headed to the Midwest--I lived in Pennsylvania. Penn’s Woods, my mom taught me.
Back in the ‘50s when I was a wee girl, things were so different.