During the construction for the new Hall School, they have cut down acres of trees. It truly breaks my heart. Especially when I saw a stack of huge pines from the front of the school. This one I measured at about 33 inches in diameter–just about the same as our beloved old white pine in our yard, though I didn’t have a way to tell how high up on the trunk it would have been. Why do people cut down the old ones?
I tried to count the rings using my photos–and determined that it was at least 120-125 years old, if not more. That means that this tree was around back in 1897, when my grandmother Yvonne was born. It also might mean that our white pine, if it isn’t 162 years old as we estimated by circumference is likely at least 122 years old. I would guess that there were similar circumstances for all of these pines in the neighborhood.
You see, I have been walking around the neighborhood looking for any other large pines I can find, and measuring them. I haven’t found one larger than ours yet. Yesterday near the brook and the school, I found one that measured 102″ in circumference–just like ours. It was wrapped in caution tape–does that mean leave it alone? It is right next to an access drive of some kind next to the school. I hope the tape means leave it alone.
There are two more white pines in yards at the crossroads of our street that I want to measure when I get a chance, plus one right next door that rises a few feet away from our garage. I think these might be similar in age to ours. It would be easier to measure with two people doing it, plus I feel a bit awkward about going into people’s yards without a conversation.
What the close-by pines say to me is that when someone was building houses in this neighborhood in 1967 or so, they decided not to cut down these special old trees. I am grateful for that. But are they the remnants of a much larger family?