Frank’s challenge this week is to write on this subject: A Precarious Perch. Let me explain why I chose this picture of the crooked tree.
“Come, let’s walk to the Crooked Tree,” was romance of a big kind when I was a teen. This old tree grew on the grounds where we had church camp meetings in Woodland Park, Co.
This Crooked Tree Perch certainly does not appear precarious. No one would be in danger of falling from this perch. That’s true. But many a young “heart” was exposed to a fall from the Crooked Tree. It was a favorite place for the young man to go who wanted to court a girl but perhaps didn’t have the courage to ask for a real date – besides it was free. Walking to the Crooked Tree was romance in itself!
I don’t know whether or not the crooked tree deserved its reputation, but it certainly carried an image of lovers paradise! I don’t know of anyone who ever really said “I love you” under that tree but there were lots of initials carved there – and memories made there. Perhaps the guys only had courage to take out their knives and carve initials but that was true love in those days.