tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156248.post111057534417117730..comments2008-11-11T15:26:36.505+00:00Comments on MARISEO'S HOUSE: Trees and usUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156248.post-1110993006923454822005-03-16T17:10:00.000+00:002005-03-16T17:10:00.000+00:00I've fallen out a off one or two trees as a young ...I've fallen out a off one or two trees as a young fella, a couple of memorable times were, hanging upside down from a branch by my knees and falling straight down landing on my head where I was promptly driven to Naas hospital for an x-ray. Another time, sitting in the top of a large Sycamore tree just outside the back garden of my parents house, losing my seat, and bouncing off nearly every branch on the way down before landing in a heap on the ground behind the tall beach hedge of the garden. That time nobody saw me fall, so I got away without a visit to the emergency room. <br /><br />One tree in particular I loved climbing was another tall scraggly Sycamore a the end of the garden. I used to climb straight to the top, where I could rock the crown of the tree and sway in the wind, precarious yes, but there was a great view over the rooftops of St Bridget's Avenue, and Conroy park, and in the distance I could see Old Kilcullen tower silhouetted against the skyline. I've often thought of climbing that tree when I'm home just to have a quick look again, but it's hard to get to these days because there's portacabin in the way!!!<br /><br />C.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156248.post-1110580964953824482005-03-11T22:42:00.000+00:002005-03-11T22:42:00.000+00:00Nice to know I struck a chord too ...BrianNice to know I struck a chord too ...<BR/><BR/>BrianBrian Byrnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03439554339323243643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7156248.post-1110580539519499012005-03-11T22:35:00.000+00:002005-03-11T22:35:00.000+00:00Yeah, I was thinking the very same thing myself to...Yeah, I was thinking the very same thing myself today. We had big beech trees on the farm, big beeches that had been pollarded - so they had huge girths with hollow trunks and enormous boughs rising up from the trunk six feet up, though back then it seemed alot higher, so guess what....<br />yup - they made brilliant forts! One was called "FORT DAM" (short for DAIMLER) after the old stale gloss paint garnered to paint the piece of broken floorboard used to make the sign we nailed onto our fort above the entrance to the hollow trunk.<br />Halcion days indeed.<br />God love today's kids - they know so much about trees and they appreciate their conservation value, but do they know how to enjoy them....<br />I truly hope they do.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com