The Old Maple

Elizabeth V.  |  5/17/2010

When I was about 5, we were living in the suburbs with dirt roads and not alot of trees. So my parents bought a Crimson Maple tree with what little money they had and planted it smack in the middle of our lawn. It looked so tiny. But 50 years later it is this huge majestic tree. Beautiful.

My dad used to spend hours picking up the maple keys by the bucket. Even into his late 70s he could be found on his knees filling his old white bucket. My parents have recently left the house, I am hoping the new owners love the tree too. And even with my father's dementia he still remembers and talks about picking up those maple keys!

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