When Melanie was a little girl she found a seedling in the yard and wanted to plant it. "Sure", her Dad said, "why don't we do that". Here's the silver maple today. Now every time she comes home she will point to the tree and proclaim her responsibility for its existence. To have this little connection to home must feel good to her. I know it feels good to me.Happy Birthday, Melanie. We love you and your tree.
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What an interesting story. We've seen that tree but never knew its history.
Happy Birthday, Melanie. We love ya too!
Great story. Happy Birthday Mel. Quick side note...the people that bought our house on Lincoln Dr. cut down all but 2 trees on that lot. It looks so different, and really makes us sad to see so many big, beautiful trees gone for no reason. I'll never understand.
I can't imagine that lot without all the trees. Even though it's not your house anymore you still have a lot of history there.
I remember planting the tree. When it grew to be about a foot tall, Dad tied it against a stick so he would not accidently mow over it when cutting the grass. Now, "my tree" stands among three beautiful dogwoods in my parent's front yard, each planted by my Grandpa. The front yard is full of memories and roots.
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