Thanks Billy for starting this thread. I never stopped to realize how many tree memories I have! Joyce's memories were so delightful, I was inspired to record mine however there were so many trees that it turned into a piece much too long for this list. I'll include the whole piece on my website soon. Below is an excerpt: As a child I lived on the corner of Third St. & Sunset Ave. in Perry. There was a wild cherry tree on the Third St. side that was my favorite. It was just perfect for climbing but not big enough for a tree house. One thing I never really understood was why the cherries where not like the maraschino cherries you get in the jar. The tree was a great place from which to check out the Third St. traffic. It was a thrill when Mr. Marion Green would come driving up the street and make the turn to his house right in front of the tree. It was at this point that he would honk his horn which played the State Farm Insurance jingle and announce his arrival to his daughters, Wallis and Mary Emily. In front of the Green house, right by the street was a huge old, old oak tree about four feet in diameter. Its shade always provided a delightful place to play sheltered from middle Georgia's humid summer heat. The tree's dense foliage kept grass from growing very well so that the dirt underneath was cool and moist. This dirt was a great source of 'flour' from which cupcakes were molded in discarded cans and decorated with leaves and wild flowers (weeds). Mary Emily was especially good at making toad houses. By taking your foot (bare always in the summer) and piling and patting down the moist dirt around it, then carefully removing the foot, you are left with a prefect little toad house. Mary Emily would cut out furniture from paper and make the little house quite comfy for any frog wishing to take up residence. terre moody walker [email protected] Website: <A HREF="http://www.thebriarpatch.com">TheBriarPatch</A> http://www.thebriarpatch.com This letter was composed with PowerMail™