……..and they all lived happily ever after.
But what comes in the middle?? That’s for you to complete. Do you have a story about a tree? Did you have a favourite tree when you were a child? Maybe you had a tree house?
If you have a story about a tree, send it in to me. My email is in the right hand column.
You may be wondering why I’m asking for a tree story. I have to confess that this isn’t my idea – I read about it in the Manchester Evening News the other week. There was an article about the Red Rose Forest and a project to map Greater Manchester’s tree heritage. A request was made for people to send in their memories and stories about trees and as it was to do with Greater Manchester, I thought that would include us here in Heaton Moor. But, on reading about the Red Rose Forest (which I have to admit to not having heard of before), I was somewhat dismayed to find that this only includes Manchester, Bury, Wigan, Bolton, Salford and Trafford, but not Stockport. What a shame! I don’t suppose they’d mind if people from Stockport sent in their stories but I doubt that they’d be used.
The article in the paper reminded me of a tree that I loved when I was little. It was just inside my local park, had some raised stones around the base which, when I was a toddler, were quite difficult to negotiate. But the reward for doing so was that I could then reach up, on tiptoe, to touch and press a large knot in the bark and ring the imaginary bell. The tree, to me, was a bus and in ringing the bell I was the bus conductor. I would make my older siblings stand in a queue waiting to climb aboard – it had to be done on my command – I was in charge this time. I would make them come up onto the stones around the tree and try to get to their ‘seats’ around me without falling off – not as easy as you might think. Once they were all on, we’d set off on the journey with much ringing of the bell and telling off from me if anyone misbehaved. It was a great game and one that I insisted on playing each and every time we went into the park.
It’s a pity that I don’t have a picture of my tree and its bell. I don’t even know if the tree is still in that park as I haven’t been there for many years.
But, this morning, in Heaton Moor Park, I took a photo of some trees that I’m sure have an equally special place in the imaginations of other little children. They are particularly beautiful in their autumnal colours.
Maybe someone has a story about one of these trees?
- Volunteering with Red Rose Forest (aviewfromthetrees.wordpress.com)