Dad and the chestnut trees February 4, 2011
Posted by Jenny in memoir, nature, Smoky Mountains.Tags: American chestnut, Brooklyn Botanic Garden, chestnut blight, Edward W. Bennett
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I was going through my file cabinet the other day and discovered a folder labelled simply “Dad.” It turned out to contain an odd assortment of photos, copies of old letters, and even some ancient tax returns. Near the top I found copies of correspondence between Dad and the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. The subject: chestnut trees.
He had apparently heard of a project at the Botanic Garden to locate stands of healthy mature chestnuts. As it happened, he and my mother had recently come upon a group of chestnuts on one of their walks in northern Virginia. As I look at the letter and reread it now, I experience the powerful confluence of two things: the subject of the trees, and the personality of my father.
Dad was always a very modest and soft-spoken person, and he seemed to become more, rather than less, uncomfortable in social situations as he got older. If you had forced him to chat with a stranger for an hour or two about things of no personal interest, that might have been his idea of hell. I sympathize with that feeling.
But Dad was a beautiful writer, and he came into his own in his correspondence. I can picture him sitting down comfortably to his typewriter and working out the turns of his sentences. His grammar was perfect, his style formal without being stilted. He could get away with using words like “aforementioned” and phrases like “Could you kindly inform me.” He loved to communicate via the written word.
His letter to the Botanic Garden, dated Dec. 1, 1971, begins: “Dear Sirs: I have heard that you are interested in learning of surviving mature specimens of chestnut trees, and are attempting to find a blight-resistant strain. My wife and I have come upon a group of trees not far from here which seem to be mature chestnuts and, on the whole, healthy. The oldest, with a girth of 68″, is shown in photos 1, 2, 3… ” And he goes on to discuss what is shown in a series of seven enclosed photos.
Being the person that he was, he doesn’t assume that he has correctly identified the trees as American chestnuts—perhaps they are hybrids or members of “some other branch of the chestnut family, such as the European, Chinese, or Japanese chestnut.” He concludes his letter, “If they should in fact be American chestnuts, they would seem to merit scientific attention. And indeed, in that case the attention had best be given fairly soon, as vacant lots in this area are being built on rather rapidly, with a general bulldozing usually the first step. Yours sincerely, Edward W. Bennett.”
Two weeks later, a response came from the Botanic Garden. “Dear Mr. Bennett: One of the unfortunate things about the American chestnut at this time is that some trees will produce large burrs that have the normal outward appearance and size but which when examined as to nuts, show aborted nuts. I am enclosing the two nut samples you sent which indicate that the tree that they came from is diseased…. Despite very extensive efforts, the chance of any American chestnut growing perfectly in the Eastern or Central U.S. has reached the vanishing point practically. Extensive work is being done on hybrids… Yours truly, George Kalmbacher, Taxonomist.”
The response may have been disappointing, but that would have been softened by the fact that Mr. Kalmbacher at the Botanic Garden had taken the time to carefully examine the samples my father had sent, and that the polite, full-page, neatly typed response conveyed the news about ongoing work with hybrids.
My father would have been heartened if he could have known about persistent efforts to develop a blight-resistant hybrid. In the Smokies, there is a breeding program that involves taking flowering American chestnut sprouts and grafting them onto blight-resistant Chinese chestnuts and hybrids. The offspring are then back-crossed with the Chinese chestnut.
And there are some fairly large chestnuts in the Smokies. This link shows a beautiful chestnut in the Tremont area that is going to be used for pollinating purposes (thanks, Adam Beal, for sharing the link).
But most of the time, the chestnuts you see look more like this:
I always enjoy looking out for chestnuts. Two friends recently found one on the Cat Stairs that was 15-20′ high, healthy in appearance, about 3″ in diameter, with at least 15 burrs. Hearing about that set me to looking for chestnuts on my recent Rainbow Falls/Bullhead hike, and I saw several in the 3200-3700-foot elevation section of the Bullhead trail.
And I always think of Dad when I see one.
Dad, 1943 and 1945 May 1, 2010
Posted by Jenny in history, memoir.Tags: Army Specialized Training Program, Edward W. Bennett, Lewy Body Disease, World War Two
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I’ll be peering at my family through the lenses of old cameras from time to time. This is a picture of Edward W. Bennett on leave from basic training in Mississippi in 1943. He was visiting his sister Phyllis and her husband Rod. He would go to New York to complete a nine-month course with the Army Specialized Training Program before heading overseas.
For an account of part of Dad’s experience in the Battle of the Bulge, January 1945, please go here. He was in Company D of the 1st Battalion, 330th Infantry, 83rd Division.
After V-E Day, Dad was stationed in an Allied occupation zone in eastern Bavaria. He had learned German in the ASTP course, and his knowledge of the language helped his battalion (he was now with the 322nd Field Artillery) in communicating with local civilians. He wrote, “Service in the ASTP was often ridiculed, including by those of us who were in that program; a favorite song of ours began, ‘Oh take down your service flag, Mother,/ Your son’s in the ASTP….’ In my case, however, it turned out that my ASTP training, in which I had learned most of what German I had, was more useful to the service than all my military training.”
Later in life, his knowledge of German would become essential in the writing of two books about German history between the wars. One was about the German financial crisis of 1931 and the other was about German rearmament during the 1932-1933 period.
This picture shows him on the Danube in 1945 sometime after V-E Day.
When Dad passed away in 2001, having suffered from a severely debilitating brain disorder called Lewy Body Disease, I had trouble at first in pushing past the troubling, unhappy images of him as a frail and elderly man: the last year of his life was difficult. But as time goes on, I learn that I not only find pleasure in my personal memories of him but that I can also imagine him quite clearly as a young man, full of vitality and hope.