“The
state came out and measured it a few years ago. Said it was the third biggest
willow oak in South Carolina.” Our neighbor paused and looked up into what
remains of the canopy of the giant oak that seemed to shade half the city
block. “There used to be a city bus stop right there. That bus came right up (our
street), took a left and went back down (the next street) on its way back to
town. The help for (the big estate house) would all take that bus.”
According
to A Development History of the Stone Avenue and North Main Street Area, in
1924 Greenville’s first bus route came out North Main, turned west on Stone,
and went up Rutherford Road as far as Ashley or Mountainview Avenue. It was about 40-50 years ago that the bus stop was taken down.
The
center of the grand tree had slowly rotted from age, and the storm last weekend
was finally too much. It seems as if the willow oak just gave up; the enormous
branches were dropped to the ground radiating from the trunk. One lone branch
remains stretching upward toward the sky, but not for long; the City of Greenville arrives today
to clean up. I wonder if the armada of dump trucks and cherry pickers will be
enough, or will they call for backup. I speculate how big of a blade they’ll
need for that trunk, probably 200 inches around even without the burls. I mourn
how quickly 200-300 years worth of North Main history can be reduced to wood
chips and sawdust.
200-300
years of shade here in North Main. That oak has been here longer than any of
the houses on our street, the hundreds of busses that passed by the stop at its
base just a fragment of its history. How many couples have paused in its shade
to steal a kiss, how many people out for a walk have rested in its shadow. The
hundreds of birds that have fledged from its branches and the gallons of honey
produced by the bees that still swarm from hollow cavities.
a branch, with Vilis for scale |
I came home with a few pictures of the enormous
trunk and branches, and a heavy heart.
My son
came home with a handful of acorns…
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9/20/2015
Although my diameter tape wouldn't reach around the massive trunk, we did get out to measure the tree utilizing a string. Our measurement, taken at breast-height (DBH) was 203 inches in circumference, which is almost 17 feet. That's roughly a 65 inch diameter, or 5 1/2 feet.
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9/20/2015
Although my diameter tape wouldn't reach around the massive trunk, we did get out to measure the tree utilizing a string. Our measurement, taken at breast-height (DBH) was 203 inches in circumference, which is almost 17 feet. That's roughly a 65 inch diameter, or 5 1/2 feet.
I have this thing about trees.... I absolutely adore them!! It's a shame this great one fell... Gorgeous photos though! Tammy
ReplyDeleteLyrical, emotional writing, Lienīt - we should all mourn each lost tree. That storm was something. And somewhat a miracle that the tree was felled without damage to any person or property...
ReplyDeleteNYT On Nature, Dead Forests and Living Memories by Helen McDonald Sept.20, 2015: We measure our own lives against the threes we grew up with. What does it mean for us when they disappear?
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