COME, LET’S WALK TO THE CROOKED TREE

crooked tree

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.

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“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.

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Frank’s challenge this week is to write on this subject:  A Precarious Perch.  I snatched the picture from Face Book. The young fellow in this picture will be surprised to see where it ended up.  He was from a generation younger than I.

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About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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8 Responses to COME, LET’S WALK TO THE CROOKED TREE

  1. oneta hayes says:

    I copying a couple Face Book comments from those who knew the Crooked Tree well. First from my brother-in-law, Paul, who was a youth leader in those days. “Boy do I remember that crooked tree! What special memories! Not that Verna and I spent much time there. I remember while conducting youth camps it was a primary target as we patrolled the campground!” And from one of the young ladies, Linda, in those days: “Thanks for writing about my favorite tree ever. I didn’t visit the tree with anyone. I loved that tree. First time I re-visited the campgrounds after being sold, I discovered the new owners had chopped the tree down and built a school on that beloved ground. I remember my dad telling us who he and others with him had “caught at the crooked tree that night.” We knew about a lot of the new romances before parents did sometimes. Ah the memories. Thanks again.”

  2. Oddly enough I remember sitting on a tree very similar to that one. There must be some genetic switch that allows for this exact mutation or change due to some event in their early years of growth.
    Interesting table story. Been there, done that. I was questioning if the story was in context to the scripture. And in some ways no, but in one way a big yes. The Idea that we are in control of everything or that we can force things to happen is in part a delusion. There are others changing our lives including God.

    • oneta hayes says:

      I am of the opinion something caused the tree to grow crooked. Perhaps a bit of branch or twig fell on it; it just adjusted and continued to grow. I had no scripture in mind; however, my statement above would be in line with scripture. Everything does not have to go well or as planned in order to have a fully functioning life. Adapt and grow as God makes it possible to do. You are a rather new reader to my blog. I write many different things. Some very serious, and some just fun. However, the “just fun” generally has a moral of some kind. The “Crooked Tree” story to me presents a picture of pure young love. A time when wooing a girl could be clean and exciting. I am so sorry for youth today who buy a lot of garbage and think it is love. Thanks for reading and for leaving a comment. I like interaction with bloggers. I am in line with what I find on your blog. But I do read and interact with some with whom I do not agree.

  3. ssv drillers says:

    Whenever I read you, it’s like a mini-vacation for me. Thanks for the post and keep posting.

  4. JOY journal says:

    Ah, church camp memories. They are still being made. There was a fence railing at a camp our daughters attended this summer. They laughed when they noticed one set of initials had three sets of other initials after the plus sign. Sets one and two had been crossed out… Have a blessed Thanksgiving, Oneta!

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