My husband and I live in the house I grew up in. As a child, I remember my dad planting a variety of trees after nearly all our shade trees were lost due to the Dutch Elm Disease in the 1960s.
Many years ago, my wife and I started saving spare pocket change in a coffee can, figuring we'd have some beer money to play with every so often.
When I first got married I desperately wanted a garden. And trees, lots of trees. After much hand-wringing, I decided on a honey locust next to our home.
My brother brought a stick home from Lowell School’s Arbor Day celebration in the mid-1950s.
