Sue Krizman | 5/6/2010
When I was a child we would spend many happy summer trips vacationing on my uncles farm in Virginia. Outside the old farmhouse there was an ancient Black Walnut tree that seemed to be guard and sentry over us when we stayed there. A few years back my uncle died and ironically shortly after that the old Black Walnut tree died, too. My cousin cut up pieces of that tree and sent them to each of us. I consider mine a family heirloom.