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John, that is so nice. Thanks.

--Mary

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Mary Tegel
hands on impresario
Tegel Design + Planning
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On Apr 19, 2010, at 7:19 AM, John Leeke  
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> And, you don't need to buy a book to plant a tree. When I was five  
> my dad taught me to pick up acorns or buckeyes and put them in my  
> pocket. Then stick one in the ground when I come across a likely  
> spot for a tree--fifty five years later I'm still doing it. Have any  
> of those trees sprouted and grown?
>
> I like to plant trees. I have always kept an acorn or buckeye in my  
> pocket every day, so when I find a likely spot I can stick it in the  
> earth. Last year I got back to Wabash, Nebraska, where, 47 years  
> ago, my dad and I stopped by to talk with Wayne Robertson about his  
> walnut trees down along Weeping Water Crick. I had stuck a buckeye  
> in the ground at the edge of the lawn in front his old farmhouse.  
> Wayne has passed away, but I was there with his son who had his  
> little boy along. When I reached around that tree my fingers did not  
> touch on the other side. We stood there talking about how old the  
> tree is and how big it is. We all bent over to pick up a buckeye and  
> put it in our pocket. He said his dad reminded him every summer to  
> not mow down John’s horse chestnut tree. I said the tree didn’t  
> belong to me, it must belong to him since he took care of it all tho 
> se years. He looked at me, then at his own son and said, “Looks like 
>  I’m giving this tree to you.” His boy glanced at me, his eyes  
> widened, bugging out. As he leaned back his gaze scanned up the trun 
> k high into the tree and he fell over on the grass grinning then lau 
> ghing.
>
> John
> www.HistoricHomeWorks.com
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