The Two-Year-Old Tree
Carl
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It started almost 30 years ago. My wife and I had taken our only child at the time to the Morton Arboretum to spend the day.
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Childhood
September 23, 2018
It started almost 30 years ago. My wife and I had taken our only child at the time to the Morton Arboretum to spend the day.
We moved into our house in May of 1998. Our son was seven and our triplets eight months old. When school started, we posed our oldest in front of the catalpa and took his picture.
I live in a small older subdivision near the border of Chicago. One of our neighbors has a huge beautiful tree in their yard.
I was in grade school. It was Arbor Day, and they were giving out little saplings to all the students.
A good picnic spot needs two things: a good view and some shade. I have had picnics on the sides of mountains, near scenic lakes, and crowded in a car on a rainy day.
I grew up on the south side of Chicago. My next-door neighbor had the oldest, tallest silver maple that sprawled over our front yard as well, so of course I considered it my tree.
The tree that meant the most to me as a child was our banyan tree.
I grew up just outside Chicagoland in southern LaSalle county, in a small town on the banks of the Vermilion river.
