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Childhood

Our Cottonwood Tree

Elizabeth
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I laugh inside every time I hear friends or neighbors complain about cottonwood trees.  The tiny seeds floating in puffs of cotton, yes, clogging the air conditioner, are a joy to me.

Childhood
October 13, 2018

Beautiful Willow

debbie
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My tree story begins in the summer of 1965. A wonderful park about a quarter-mile from our house, called Willow Park, was filled with beautiful willow trees.

Childhood
October 12, 2018

IMAGINATION FLIES

Jeanine
D

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

Childhood
November 7, 2018

Catalpa

Bea
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Along her quiet street in Steger, Illinois, Grandma Yushkevich had her own mini farm to feed her eight children. The strawberry patch had its own picket fence to protect her tiny sweet gems.

Childhood
October 23, 2018

My Refuge

Janet
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     I grew up in Norwood Park on Chicago's Northwest side. We lived three houses down from the Park District. Close to the fieldhouse was a clump of smaller trees.

Childhood
October 17, 2018

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