Where Chaos Reigns Happily

The Woods of My Father’s Childhood

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2 responses

  1. Grandpa

    Many of the trees in these photos are pines. I remember “helping” to plant them ~55(?) years ago. This was originally pasture land. My dad cleared it off and he hired some local boys to plant it with pine trees. We had bundles of pine seedlings, we would walk along and after about ten ft. we would plant a tree. This was accomplished with a “Planting bar” a wedge shaped blade with a 4 ft piece of pipe welded on. We would stab that into the ground, step on the edge of the blade if necessary to drive it into the ground. We would then insert the roots of the seedling into the ground and stomp on the ground behind the hole to close it up. From these humble beginnings came acres and acres, thousands of pine trees.
    Its pretty rewarding to stand back and look at them now.

    pb

    October 10, 2010 at 10:41 am

    • Thanks for adding this, Daddy. It is really neat to imagine you and your family tromping around on those hills, planting all of those trees.

      October 10, 2010 at 3:01 pm

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