Re: [gardeners] childhood tree

Margaret Lauterbach (gardeners@globalgarden.com)
Thu, 16 Jul 1998 08:47:50 -0600 

At 09:23 AM 7/16/98 -0500, you wrote:
>Hi Alice,
>    I think that all of us were glad you felt like venting to your
>friends,US. Thanks for considering us to be close enough to you to let
>your feelings out.
>    I know exactly how you feel about that Maple tree. I am sure you
>have seen some of the posting I have made about my Great-grandmother
>that raised me for my first 8 yrs. When she became unable to live
>alone,we found this out when she set her bathrobe on fire while wearing
>it,webrought her to live with us. About a yr before she died she sold
>her house in Galveston. Some months later we drove by just to see the
>old house my mother and later I had been raised in. We were grief
>stricken to see what had been done. The man who bought the house had
>poured green cement over the entire front and back yards. The two
>wonderful trees that I climbed everyday were gone. Grandmas' perinneal
>flower beds were gone. The walkway from the sidewalk to the porch had
>been lined with Hibiscus,gone. The greatest travesty of all to me as a
>10 yr old boy was he had cut down every fruit tree in the backyard,
>figs, red,yellow and purple plums, grapevines, and bananna trees that
>had little purple banannas on them every year that did not have a
>freeze. My Grandmother would fry those little purple banannas for our
>breakfast in honey and butter for our breakfast or a snack.My
>Grandfather had brought back the bananna trees from Central America when
>he came home from the Army.
>    I would have gladly murdered that man. My Mother cried so much she
>had to park the car. She made us promise not to tell Grandma what had
>happened to her yard. She was afraid that it would give Grandma a heart
>attack. I guess the semi tropical beauty of the place made him afraid he
>would haves to do to much yard work.
>    It still makes me angry to think about it 38yrs later!!
>Allen
>Bastrop Co.,Tx
>
It's too damned bad that Skippy Caplan, the evil twin of Larry Caplan,
didn't live next door.  When his neighbor covered his yard with green
concrete, Skippy went out and painted yellow dandelion blossoms on the
greensward.  

I miss Larry.  Does anyone know what happened to him?  Margaret