Brattleboro’s Stump Streets, formerly Forest Square, are succeeding in ridding the neighborhood of pesky trees. Our landlord has joined the in-crowd and has taken down a 150 year old maple tree with the encouragement of a tree cutting service.
They’ve nagged her for years and she finally gave in. The tree is in pretty good shape. They are out there right now being very careful to preserve all of the nice wood they are getting paid to harvest.
The tree was planted in the middle of the 1800’s by a group of Brattleboro residents that had formed a Shade Tree Association. They wanted to make sure future generation would have lovely shaded trees for cool, summer walking.
They knew that adding shade trees would be a long-term investment, raising the value fo the neighborhood.
Since we moved to the Tree Streets almost 15 tears ago, these old trees have come down at a steady rate. It always follows the same pattern: A tree service tells a homeowner horror stories about possible damage, and the homeowner capitulates. So much for the tree.
Brattleboro has no tree removal permits required, not is any replacement of trees called for. We are free to clear the town of trees, and have been doing a good job of it. Cedar Street used to have a shady, comfortable walk in the summer. Now there is little relief from the sun for long stretches of sidewalk.
This tree was born about the time of the Civil War. It stood through World War I and II, and moon launches.
The large trees of the neighborhood were one of the defining and attractive features of the neighborhood not so long ago. It’s all been lost. The few remaining large trees know their days are numbered. No one is making an effort on their behalf.
The maple out front had a bit of damage, but was solid as a rock in the wildest of storms. It provided shade, and had enough of a canopy to keep people dry in the rain.
Home to many a bird, it was also a favorite passageway for squirrels to get safely up to wires and across the street without dealing with cars.
So, here I sit, awakened at the crack of dawn by a truck and chainsaws, to cut down an old friend, on Martin Luther King Jr. Day.
I feel so good!