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I love all the trees around here. Couldn't choose one if I had to.


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Posted: Wednesday, October 28, 2009

oops, forgot to mention the type of tree....

The most memorable tree for me was a Japanese Maple just outside the eastern door of Peabody Hall. I was a graduate student at UNC between 1976-78. My usual routes led me through the doors to the front and to the parking lot. One fall morning, I decided to exit from the door which faced this tree. When I stepped out the door, sun poured through the radiantly red and maroon autumn leaves in front of me, and a gentle breeze flickered the sunlight. It was one of those all too rare moments in the life of a student in which the preoccupations of academic and young adult life fall away and there is just that moment. The words "burning bush" arose in my mind, and I suspected that it was a similar tree that Moses had experienced when he met God. It was truly holy ground. I haven't been back to the campus in many years... I have to wonder, is this tree still there, available to inspire other preoccupied students, while acknowledging that inspiration may come from a different tree for a different person.

Posted: Thursday, May 21, 2009

The most memorable tree for me was just outside the eastern door of Peabody Hall. I was a graduate student at UNC between 1976-78. My usual routes led me through the doors to the front and to the parking lot. One fall morning, I decided to exit from the door which faced this tree. When I stepped out the door, sun poured through the radiantly red and maroon autumn leaves in front of me, and a gentle breeze flickered the sunlight. It was one of those all too rare moments in the life of a student in which the preoccupations of academic and young adult life fall away and there is just that moment. The words "burning bush" arose in my mind, and I suspected that it was a similar tree that Moses had experienced when he met God. It was truly holy ground. I haven't been back to the campus in many years... I have to wonder, is this tree still there, available to inspire other preoccupied students, while acknowledging that inspiration may come from a different tree for a different person.

Posted: Thursday, May 21, 2009

I was a junior and living in Cobb the year Hurricane Fran came inland and hit campus. I remember walking the quad the day after in awe of the damage. Trees were pulled up by the roots, leaves littered the sidewalks and yet we all stood around Davie, smiling and relieved that the legendary tree was still upright amidst all the chaos.

Posted: Wednesday, May 06, 2009

My husband of almost 36 years gave me my engagement ring under Davie's Poplar.Our rings were made in Chapel Hill by Charles Hopkins Jewelry. He is Canadian, but soon realized how special a place Chapel Hill and UNC would be in our lives. He and my sons are avid UNC fans...hard when you live in AL, but we fly our UNC flag proudly!

Luna Pointer Hollett Clss 72

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Couldn't resist this
All this writing about the trees and The Arb reminds me of trying to "put the moves" on dates-didn't get very far, but it was a good setting!

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

The trees remind me of my pressed plant collection which was the only reason I passed Dr. Radford's Botany class. And they inspired me one April after an Alumni Poetry Workshop to write:

ESSEntially the same
sQUAMations of bricks
proVIDE RImmed pathways
over the entire campus:

Your charm is intoxicating,
getting older and ever young.
Regardless of the latest styles
the students come from many miles away
for years that pass as if a day.
April comes with verdant lace
in midst of Polk and McCorkle place.
How enjoy this abundant charm
with loads of books under arm?
Yes, its hard to be romantic while
your classes run you frantic.
Timeless runs the relay race.
Thank God that by His grace we come
like homing pigeons
if but to relive, as if still chums.
Every brick, crevice and crack,
and panorama brings me back
to the same birds, the same squirrels.
How this place envelops
in a lover’s firm embrace.
Marinating generations at the meeting place.
(...continued)

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Hopefully my memory is not clouded..... I remember a gingko tree near Hill Hall that I passed frequently. I had never seen one and was quite facinated by it. The color, the change in color, and the "fact" (at least that's what I was told) that it lost all of its leaves at one time rather than leaf by leaf in the fall. Amazingly, one day I walked by and there were all the leaves laying beneath the tree. I went looking for that tree recently, but couldn't identify it. I hope it is still there, and it's only my "clouded" recollection that keeps me from finding it!

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

I've spent so much time under Carolina's beautiful oaks, enjoying their grace ... or at least I used to until university officials decided to cut so many of them down. Now I'm afraid to see which one will disappear next. These trees took decades -- or longer -- to mature. Why are they disappearing?

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Several years ago as I was walking back to my office from Kenan Stadium after commencement ceremonies, I encountered a couple, probably in their 70s, strolling past Murphy Hall. He stopped, looked puzzled, and peered intently up into the branches of that large oak just outside the west door. She said, "John, what's wrong?" "It's the trees," he said. "When I was here I could put my arms around the trunk and clasp hands." Then I remembered the pictures in my father's 1932 Yackety Yack. John was right. Nearly all of those ancient oaks, marching in such a stately row from South Building to Wilson, were planted in the late 1920s when Polk Place was fresh and new.

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

I still dream about the magnolias in bloom! When I moved back to Iowa after graduation, I had to have magnolias in my yard. Unfortunately, the varieties that can survive in this climate are nowhere near as majestic as the originals! Every spring, when my magnolias do bloom, it makes me miss my long walks around campus, admiring the magnolias' beauty!

Posted: Tuesday, May 05, 2009

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