Saturday, October 22, 2011

Up a tree...


When I was a child growing up Gardena, a suburb of Los Angeles, our neighborhood had fairly large lots, and although downtown Los Angeles was perhaps 10-minute drive on the Harbor Freeway, the atmosphere was still a very semi-rural. The woman who lived in the corner house across the street kept chickens, and so did the woman next to her. The family down the street had a couple of horses on their place.

Our house sat the very back of the lot facing “sideways”, and outside the front door grew a huge California pepper tree, very similar to the ones in this photograph


I do have a few pictures where a glimpse of the tree is visible.



This picture was taken in 1954, probably on my birthday, when I was 5 years old. In the other picture, which I am guessing was taken a year later, probably at Christmas...



I am holding a stuffed animal that I called “Cooney” (short for raccoon), but a closer look at it leads me to think it was actually a panda bear. No matter.

The California pepper tree, which is native of Peru, has lots of horizontal branches that are often very close to the ground (or would be if they haven’t been pruned so the homeowner can mow underneath them without bashing his or her head). Our tree did have big branches close to the ground, and I spent a lot of time climbing the tree. I also ventured up into the acacia tree that was next to the house. I loved its small yellow flowers. It was much more spindly, and one time I climbed too high and got stuck up in that tree. Well, not stuck, just afraid to come down. I remember my mother at the foot of the tree trying to coax me down, and eventually I worked my way down. I remember she suggested that it might be better not to try to climb that tree any more.

The neighborhood was already in transition in the early 1950s, many of the single-family homes had been torn down and replaced with small apartment buildings. When I was about 11 years old, my parents succumbed to the lure of making extra money by renting to tenants and had duplex apartments built on our land. The pepper tree and the acacia tree were bulldozed along with almost all of the other trees on the place, and the duplexes were built. The venture turned out to be a disaster; fortunately, they were able to find a buyer and we moved a few years later into the home where my father still lives.

Now fast forwarding a few (!) decades and 1500 miles away/ Our place seems to be a destination for every feral cat for miles around. The first cat we had was a big female--“Big Kitty” we called her -- who was as big as or bigger than the average tomcat and did not take crap from any of them. It was a common site to see her tear off down the driveway after an interloper, and they ran.

Our current, Squeaker, being a little pipsqueak, is constantly being bullied by the other cats that show up here, and although she puts up a good bluff, if we are not here to rescue her when the caterwauling starts, she ends up climbing a tree to escape.

Her favorite choices are... 


The sugar maple in the front yard...


the silver maple at the side of the house...

or the pine tree on the back side of the house. And on more than one occasion I have found myself at the foot of one of these trees trying to coax her down. 

I will soon be 62 years old, and so even though I am somewhat mathematically challenged, I can deduce that it has been at least 50 years since I have climbed a tree. I can hardly get my mind around that. Whew.

6 comments:

Have Myelin? said...

I smiled my way through this post. Like you, I can hardly believe I'm going to be 57 in December. I also did my fair share of tree climbing. Thought nothing of it. Now? I don't think so...!

Loved all the pictures. =)

Wanda..... said...

I'm like you, I don't climb trees, but I do take photos of them. Squirrels amaze me while watching them jump from one branch to another high up in the top of tall trees.

Paula said...

Wow girl! You're just a kid. I graduated high school in 1954. Guess I won't be climbing anymore trees either.

Tami Weingartner said...

1. If I was a cat...I would choose the Sugar Maple every time.

2. At least you had an imagination with the naming of the stuffed toy. I had a "Teddy Bear" his name was Ted....lol...how very boring of me!

Oklahoma Granny said...

I watch kids doing all kinds of things I used to do as a youngster. Sometimes I just want to tell them to have fun and keep doing what they're doing as long as they can because someday they'll look back on those good times and wish it was still possible.

Far Side of Fifty said...

I was always afraid of heights..so I always admired kids like you that would climb trees:)