When I was a child in the late 1950's, Thacker Street in Des Plaines, Illinois, was lined with huge American Elms. We walked to school shaded by those magnificent trees; they were so tall, their branches overarched the street completely. It was a wonderful walk then, and especially in fall when our mornings were bathed in yellow light filtering through the glorious butter-yellow foliage. Of course, we gathered leaves to take into school with us, to trace and do rubbings with fat Crayons from our (newly introduced) 64 packs.
But when the school year started in 1960, those trees had all been cut down, victims of Dutch Elm Disease. It was so sad, and now we walked under blazing sun and boy, did we miss those trees. Similar scenarios are now playing themselves out amongst the lodgepole pine and ash trees of North America.






















