Many moons ago in my childhood, we grew a huge willow tree in our backyard.  Many good times were had in and under the willow tree.  My father built an oversized see-saw beside this tree, and with six siblings, we had fun.    It was the only tree near the house.  

Not many people would think to plant a willow tree (Salix babylonica), maybe it was our dutch heritage, but we chose a different type of willow from the dutch trees. 

After reading a little about the willow, I came across THIS SITE, which was quite interesting to read. 

My intrigue led me to another site, see LINK here.

Had we known, we could have woven the branches and maybe made some cricket bats, or used it as a pain-killer.       

Do you have a tree from your childhood, maybe a fruit tree like a big mango tree or climbing tree which is implanted in your memories?

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  • A majestic Queensland bottle tree for me - enough to make anyone a tree-hugger.  

    I have a youngish one in a pot now. Trunk just starting to fill out but the bark is lovely and the little honeyeaters and willie-wagtails like to sit on its branches to shake themselves down after the birdbath.

  • My favourite tree was one next to the sweet shop in the UK where I grew up. I have no idea what sort of tree it was, except that it was a climbing tree. Every Thursday (Dad's payday), myself and both brothers would climb the tree waiting for Dad to appear, driving home from work. He would stop at the sweet shop and buy us each our weekly treat of a chocolate bar. By climbing up as high as we could go in the tree, we would get the first sight of him coming and by then we had worked out what type of chocolate bar we would choose this week.

    It was also the tree where I fell over, running to school one day, cutting my head open, and after treatment from the school nurse being taken home wrapped in bandages to my Mother, who looked at me aghast, as if I had nearly killed myself.

    Trees have always been an important part of my life!! 

  • I didn't see the photo the first time around reading Christa. Who is that in the pic?

    • T'is me with my youngest brother, taken about 1961 beside the willow I was talking about. We lived next to Archerfield aerodrome and my brother was pointing to a plane. 

      It's great to see our members reply with a tree memory from the past. I did not know you lived on Bribie when you were young.

  • My tree was a mango.  I used to climb it when my dad was going to belt me.  He came close to putting the axe on it once, but mum reminded him how much he loved those mangoes.  I remember throwing a dart up into it which got stuck in the bottom of a branch.  On closer examination, it finally fell out and land point down in the center corner of my left eye.  Luckily, no permanent damage was done.  I won't say it didn't hurt or that I didn't squeal.   

    • Yikes, Andy! Lucky indeed! One of the most memorable trees in my life was a sturdy mandarin tree that three 8-10 olds could sit in comfortably. This tree had the most delicious and abundant crops of mandarins you can imagine and we would sit in the tree peeling and eating for hours. It's location was special too - it was situated just outside the milking shed where the manure was shovelled out! No surprises where it was getting its nutrition. I do have fond memories of a lovely mulberry tree too and purple faces and fingers! Ah, the joys of childhood...

  • I've never fallen out of a tree. Playground equipment has pitched me a few times, but trees seemed more predictable in the gripping.

    Nonetheless, as an adult, when I first saw the  Moreton Bay Fig trees in Newfarm Park I thought I'd been short changed by arboretums I had  explored.

    Of course you'd need a very big back yard to house one of those!

    But let's not be sad: BrisbaneKids offers a guide to some of the best trees to climb in and about Brisbane: LINK-- so  go on, start clambering up those trunks! School hols are on so you won't be alone in the branches.

  • When I was a kid growing up on Bribie there was a large Cottonwood growing across the road from our house, between us and the beach. My sisters, friends and I would sit in the tree branches (lord knows what we did or talked about, I can't remember) during the school holidays. No doubt in between bouts of jumping in the water to cool off. We had friends who would come back yearly to stay in the same accommodation along our street and I can remember sitting in the branches talking to John who was diabetic and his Mum did fostering.

    The Cottonwood is still there....sort of. The original large tree seems to be gone but the side shoots are now big on their own. Not quite the same but good enough.

  • Mine was a bent over eucalyptus that had two main stems in our neighbours yard. The girls had 1/2 this tree and th boys had the other half that leant against a perfectly straight and smooth eucalyptus that they used to use as a fireman’s pole and slide down to the bottom quick.  We made paths lined with rocks, swept with palm fronds, made each other snacks of lantana flowers and green ant bums and painted our faces with different coloured paints we made from smooshing rocks into powders.   It was the best. 

  • I sincerely hope we are not a dying breed, where a tree holds reminders of our past.  We sat under the big mango trees at school to drink our bottle of milk.  We robbed every piece of fruit that hung over the front fence on the way to school e.g. loquats, guavas, mango and if we were lucky -grapes. Hide and seek was often in a tree.  Many a big gum tree near our place had headquarters engraved into the bark.  

    Elaine, the camphor laurels made me itchy.   We did not have many Jacaranda trees where we lived, but they are very beautiful with their flower carpets.

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