Broken Trees
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I talked to a guy about removing another stump and he said ‘we can’t get the back hoe in here but maybe we can attach a winch to it from the truck and pull it out, but I’m not sure we can do that either’
I said to him “when I was 14, my dad handed me a shovel and an axe and told me to get a stump out. It took all day but I did it”. He was surprised, like it was a method he’d never heard of.
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I talked to a guy about removing another stump and he said ‘we can’t get the back hoe in here but maybe we can attach a winch to it from the truck and pull it out, but I’m not sure we can do that either’
I said to him “when I was 14, my dad handed me a shovel and an axe and told me to get a stump out. It took all day but I did it”. He was surprised, like it was a method he’d never heard of.
@jon-nyc said in Broken Trees:
I talked to a guy about removing another stump and he said ‘we can’t get the back hoe in here but maybe we can attach a winch to it from the truck and pull it out, but I’m not sure we can do that either’
I said to him “when I was 14, my dad handed me a shovel and an axe and told me to get a stump out. It took all day but I did it”. He was surprised, like it was a method he’d never heard of.
Yeah, been there. Several times when I was growing up, a storm would knock over a tree or two on our property. It was just a given, the Dad hands over tools to The Son, and The Son never even figures it's within any viable parameter of acceptable complaining, so you just did it. And your older sister (in my case) never did anything outside, nothing at all, ever. Never. She got away with everything. Outside hard work for me and my brother was like some sort of 11th commandment or something, and always landed on my Saturdays.
Not sure why I'm even commenting. I bet most guys on this forum had the same or similar expectation when growing up. Cats and Brenda probably were not spared the physical labor. Taiwan Girl, hmmm, I'd be interested to know about her intimate relationship with tree stumps.
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Sweetgum will sometimes regrow from the stump.
“Cry havoc and let slip the DOGE of war!”
Those who cheered as J-6 American prisoners were locked in solitary for 18 months without trial, now suddenly fight tooth and nail for foreign terrorists’ "due process". — Buck Sexton
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@Horace said in Broken Trees:
Your sister sounds pretty.
Pretty? Pretty what?
I had two sisters,
I think a house fell on the first one.
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@jon-nyc said in Broken Trees:
I talked to a guy about removing another stump and he said ‘we can’t get the back hoe in here but maybe we can attach a winch to it from the truck and pull it out, but I’m not sure we can do that either’
I said to him “when I was 14, my dad handed me a shovel and an axe and told me to get a stump out. It took all day but I did it”. He was surprised, like it was a method he’d never heard of.
Yeah, been there. Several times when I was growing up, a storm would knock over a tree or two on our property. It was just a given, the Dad hands over tools to The Son, and The Son never even figures it's within any viable parameter of acceptable complaining, so you just did it. And your older sister (in my case) never did anything outside, nothing at all, ever. Never. She got away with everything. Outside hard work for me and my brother was like some sort of 11th commandment or something, and always landed on my Saturdays.
Not sure why I'm even commenting. I bet most guys on this forum had the same or similar expectation when growing up. Cats and Brenda probably were not spared the physical labor. Taiwan Girl, hmmm, I'd be interested to know about her intimate relationship with tree stumps.
@Rainman said in Broken Trees:
Outside hard work for me and my brother was like some sort of 11th commandment or something, and always landed on my Saturdays.
Not sure why I'm even commenting. I bet most guys on this forum had the same or similar expectation when growing up.
Damn... it was like I was reading MY story about growing up.
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@jon-nyc said in Broken Trees:
I talked to a guy about removing another stump and he said ‘we can’t get the back hoe in here but maybe we can attach a winch to it from the truck and pull it out, but I’m not sure we can do that either’
I said to him “when I was 14, my dad handed me a shovel and an axe and told me to get a stump out. It took all day but I did it”. He was surprised, like it was a method he’d never heard of.
Yeah, been there. Several times when I was growing up, a storm would knock over a tree or two on our property. It was just a given, the Dad hands over tools to The Son, and The Son never even figures it's within any viable parameter of acceptable complaining, so you just did it. And your older sister (in my case) never did anything outside, nothing at all, ever. Never. She got away with everything. Outside hard work for me and my brother was like some sort of 11th commandment or something, and always landed on my Saturdays.
Not sure why I'm even commenting. I bet most guys on this forum had the same or similar expectation when growing up. Cats and Brenda probably were not spared the physical labor. Taiwan Girl, hmmm, I'd be interested to know about her intimate relationship with tree stumps.
In my family, the sons were the royalty, and the daughters were the maids and outdoor workers. Really, this happened in every family on my mother's side of the tree.
My brother thought everything was owed to him, but I learned to work. That included school work, too.
That's how I could buy my motorcycle and freedom during my teens. I wasn't home much during those years. I loved my little Honda.
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In my family, the sons were the royalty, and the daughters were the maids and outdoor workers. Really, this happened in every family on my mother's side of the tree.
My brother thought everything was owed to him, but I learned to work. That included school work, too.
That's how I could buy my motorcycle and freedom during my teens. I wasn't home much during those years. I loved my little Honda.
@brenda said in Broken Trees:
In my family, the sons were the royalty, and the daughters were the maids and outdoor workers. Really, this happened in every family on my mother's side of the tree.
My brother thought everything was owed to him, but I learned to work. That included school work, too.
That's how I could buy my motorcycle and freedom during my teens. I wasn't home much during those years. I loved my little Honda.
I bet you were popular with the guys!
“I am fond of pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” ~Winston S. Churchill
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Tree update
- Last week I scheduled some mulch (10 yards) and Spreading Yew bushes to be delivered
- Then a big tree fell down on the spot where the mulch was to be installed
- So I scheduled a tree guy and postponed the mulch
- After a couple cancellations, the tree guy finally showed yesterday a couple hours late
- He got the tree down and destroyed the lawn between the tree and his truck, about 1500 square feet
- To insure the lawn was destroyed he blew a hydraulic line and covered the whole area with hydraulic fluid
- This fluid will kill everything and prevent anything from growing there - ever
- So the topsoil has to be removed and replaced and the lawn replaced
- The tree guy thinks he will be able to repair the tractor tomorrow and get the stupid thing out of my yard
- Just now I rescheduled the mulch/Yew guy and asked him to give me an estimate to remove the poison soil and replace the lawn
- If the tree guy comes to get his tractor tomorrow we can talk about paying for the lawn repair
- I hate this stuff
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@brenda said in Broken Trees:
In my family, the sons were the royalty, and the daughters were the maids and outdoor workers. Really, this happened in every family on my mother's side of the tree.
My brother thought everything was owed to him, but I learned to work. That included school work, too.
That's how I could buy my motorcycle and freedom during my teens. I wasn't home much during those years. I loved my little Honda.
I bet you were popular with the guys!
@Mik said in Broken Trees:
@brenda said in Broken Trees:
In my family, the sons were the royalty, and the daughters were the maids and outdoor workers. Really, this happened in every family on my mother's side of the tree.
My brother thought everything was owed to him, but I learned to work. That included school work, too.
That's how I could buy my motorcycle and freedom during my teens. I wasn't home much during those years. I loved my little Honda.
I bet you were popular with the guys!
How did you know my Honda was blue?
It was!
