This is a special memory from my own childhood.
One of my best childhood memories is of the pine trees my Dad grew. I am not sure how many of the 49+ acres was used to raise them I just know I loved those trees. No matter what the time of year they were the most magical place to go and hide. I was convinced that there were elves and fairies living under those trees.
Every December Dad and mom would sell Christmas trees. Dad worked full time but after work and on the weekends he would hitch the trailer to the tractor, go back, and cut down pine trees to sell. If we were lucky, my sister and I would get to go with him. There were many Decembers in Michigan when there was a lot of snow on the ground. When you are little snow is wonderful! It is especially fun as it comes cascading off the trees and on to your head. Dad would pile the cut trees into the trailer, haul it back to the house and unload them at the bottom of our driveway next to the big maple tree. I can remember very vividly the sign he hand painted, complete with a decorated Christmas Tree on it. People would honk when they pulled up and Dad would go down and trim the bottom limbs off the trees so they would fit into a tree stand. Mom would make beautiful wreaths out of those excess branches.
One year my sister and I hid under the load of trees that Dad was taking back to the house. He told mom that he had lost us and didn’t know where we might be! She stood on the porch and called and called us as we laid there and giggled and giggled! I’m sure she could see the trees bouncing! Our hiding was one of those typical kid things – it was funny the first time so it would be funny a hundred times! I know we often hid under those trees but it was lots more fun the winters when it snowed. Long pine needles aren’t nearly as pokey when they are covered in a good thick layer of snow!
While I don’t have any old pictures of us with the trees I thought I would share these.
They were taken in December of 1954.