Little kids were allowed to walk to school back in the early 1970s. The youngest had to walk with older siblings or neighbors who made them look both ways and hold hands to cross the streets, and stay back from the roadway. Once through the open gate into the schoolyard, younger kids could leave their slightly older chaperones to meet up with their friends and eventually go to their respective classrooms.
It is scary to think of how carefree we were back then.
The east side of our schoolyard was hedged with alternating Monterey pines and Monterey cypress, with a few random deodar cedars, redwoods and even a California pepper tree and a Canary Island date palm just inside the hedge. The random trees were somewhat mature, so were likely remnants of a landscape of a home that was on the site before the school was built there. The hedge was probably installed shortly after the school was built. It was that sort of shabby bad hedge that was common back in the mid 1950s. Nowadays, we know that neither the pines nor the cypress should have been shorn. The cypress could have made a nice hedge without the pines, but even back then, no one wanted to handle the sticky mess.
By 1972 and 1973, when the hedge was less than twenty years old, it was already beginning to assume a natural form. Only limbs that tried to grow through the fence on the outside, or too far into the schoolyard on the inside, got pruned back. No one was trying to keep it shorn. It was quite a thicket; perfect for a new kindergartener to hide out in.
Yes, I am speaking from experience. On my way to school one morning, I decided that I wanted to take a nap; so I weaseled my way in between the first cypress tree and the outer cyclone fence in order to do so. I somehow got past the cypress and found a nice soft spot on the thick layer of pine needles under the first pine, and promptly fell asleep.
Needless to say, my kindergarten teacher was very concerned when I did not get to school on time. Eventually, I woke up and emerged from my den to find the schoolyard empty. By the time I got to school all dusty and dirty and sticky with pine and cypress pitch, my teacher was really quite panicked. I did not understand why. I just wanted to take a nap.
Well, those first two trees in the hedge were the first Monterey cypress and Monterey pine I ever met. Sadly, through the 1980s and 1990s, almost all of the trees in the hedge succumbed to the variety of insect and disease pathogens that were so common in those two specie through that time. (New pathogens moved into the area and proliferated because these two host specie were so common at the time.) I can remember seeing that first cypress in the hedge dying like so many of the others in the hedge had died already.
While the trees were dying over the years, the school and adjacent neighborhoods were annexed into the city. The school was sold and rebuild at a private school. The schoolyard got a bigger fancy fence without gates. Students could only enter through a main entrance at the front of the school. A nice hedge row of redwoods was planted on the fence line where the pines and cypress had been. Then, a saran screen was affixed to the fence to obscure the view of the schoolyard and trees from the outside.
More recently, I had to go back to the old school to inspect a tree, and provide the arborist report needed to procure a removal permit from the city that the school is now annexed to.
Getting into the school was not nearly as easy as it was when I was in kindergarten. I had to go to the office, sign in with all my credentials and contact information, and wait for both a chaperone and a property manager to take me directly to the tree while also avoiding the pale protected children that now infest the old school. There were surveillance cameras everywhere, and security guards at the gates.
It is scary to think of how scared children are taught to be now.
Anyway, as you can guess, the tree that I was expected to condemn was that first Monterey pine that I had ever met, the second tree after the cypress in the original hedge.
There was a problem. I could find no problem with the tree. I mean, there was nothing wrong with it. It was healthy, stable and exhibited no symptoms associated with structural deficiency; which was weird considering what it had experienced through most of its life. When I asked the property manager what the problem was with the tree, he told me that it did not ‘fit in’ with the nice uniform row of redwoods. In other words, it did not conform. Oh. Ummmm. Well, that is no justification for removal of such a nice healthy Monterey pine that benefits the whole neighborhood. You can imagine how pleasurable it was to tell him that.
Now, I am the sort that believes that tree preservation ordinances are too restrictive. They actually prompt some people to cut trees down before they get big enough to be protected! Besides, such ordinances interfere with the rights of those who own property. There are certainly big and prominent trees that are worth protecting. This pine was not one of those. Yet, for once in my career, I was pleased that such an unimportant tree was protected by silly overprotective ordinances.
The property manager was annoyed that I could not do as he requested. There was no report condemning the tree. The tree service company that sent me out there for the inspection got no work out of the deal. Apparently, no other arborist would condemn the tree either.
Now that you are reading this, it is 2018, another New Year more than six decades after that nonconforming Monterey pine was planted where it still lives at the Old School.
(The gardening article that is regularly scheduled for Mondays is scheduled for tomorrow. The featured species that is regularly scheduled for Tuesdays is scheduled for Wednesday.)
Tony Tomeo 
After many years of tending a common, but attractive, hedge of chamaecyparis at our local school as well as many other strong, lovely shrubs near the entrance – the volunteer parent group that looked after it was told it was all being completely removed. Reason? It was a place for criminals, read: shooters, to hide. So it went. Now the school looks like the prison it is, and the children are as pasty here as in California.
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Good I am so pleased the tree is still going strong and healthy lovely story 😀
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So am I.
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We used to catch public transport back in the 1960’s, even at a fairly young age. Sadly that’s unthinkable now and are homes are surrounded by high fences and we have private security companies to which we subscribe – you pay a monthly fee and they patrol your area. The school I went to had Plane and Pine trees – owls used to roost in the Pine trees. most of them are still there, as far as I know.
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I meant our homes, not are!
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What is with the fences?! They are all so high that they shade big parts of the adjacent gardens.
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Now don’t get me going about fences, security and the BIG fear factor that has been instilled in everyone… Pleased the tree survived to thumb its nose at conformaty
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I do not believe that such fear is healthy. I really believe that we had a much better time there back in the early 1970s.
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And in the 50’s and 60’s…
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Oops conformity
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Good on you for saving that tree to provide memories for another generation of children. When I revisit the places of my childhood, it is the familiar trees that make me feel at home. A tree that we used to play hide and seek behind or throw sticks at to dislodge conkers. Or the big one on the school sports field that we nipped behind when we needed a bit of relief. Trees provide a constant in an ever-changing world.
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My generation lost entire orchards. I know that the pine will eventually need to be removed when it gets older. They do not last long here. I just do not want to be the one to condemn it.
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I’m so glad that you and the other arborists agreed that there was no reason to condemn the tree! You must have had wonderful conversations with it when you took naps on the way to school!
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It certainly was compelling at the time. The sound of the breeze through the foliage was mystical. The aroma of the foliage after the rain or on a warm day was captivating. The variations of texture and color of the needles in different locations was intriguing. I have worked with more Monterey pines than I can remember since then, but he will always be my first.
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I love that nature can inspire the imagination of a child so strongly! Some of my favorite vacation travels as a kid were through the redwoods, where my imagination was enhanced by the size, the aroma, and the colors of the trees.
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It helps to be acquainted with those who are intimate with nature. My great grandparents and grandparents grew fruits and vegetables, but also knew what plants in the wild were good for. It was such a normal part of life to them.
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We did picnics every other weekend in the mountains behind Santa Barbara, and annual 2-week camping trips, often in northern CA or farther north. I always enjoyed the forested areas most!
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When I went to school in San Luis Obispo, I was fascinated by the Mojave desert because I had never seen anything like it. I saw it for the first time in about 1988, and I am still fascinated by it. It is so opposite of the dense forests of the Santa Cruz Mountains.
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I’ve spent some wonderful weekends in the southern desert of Borrego Springs — in a good year, the spring flowers are really spectacular! Joshua Tree is also pretty interesting, north of Palm Springs.
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We went there too, but later. I wanted to see the Washingtoni filifera in the wild, just outside of Palm Springs.
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It’s pretty interesting countryside!
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Reblogged this on Tony Tomeo and commented:
Okay, so this one barely complies with the Wednesday ‘Horridculture’ meme, and only because it involves a naught pine that would not conform to a landscape that requires conformity. It is an old article for New Year’s Day of 2018, so is reblogged here noncompliantly two days early.
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Oh how I wish my kids could have gotten the kind of childhood I had. I do remember walking/biking to school from 1st grade, on. Since then, the world has gotten more crowded, more careless, less courteous, and definitely more stupid. All of which is regrettable. Glad you advised to keep the tree.
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There are more than a million people in the region of that old school now, and it seems that none of them remember what the lifestyle was like just a few decades ago. It is still a great place to live, but nothing like it used to be.
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