Dad’s property in Volcano was two and a half acres
in ohia – hapu῾u fern forest, field and lawn. Along
two sides were what he called tsugi pines over sixty
feet tall. Later I learned that these were cryptomeria,
from Japan, used as temple trees in those islands.
It was a place for a family to thrive but our family
was already shattered. Due to the divorce, Mom
never moved in. Once I asked Dad, Why? He replied,
Ask your mother. That – of course – was the end of
that. Jann never lived there, either; she married and left.
The house had been built in the 1920s, and a previous
owner was a professional horticulturalist who planted
specimen trees and ornamentals around the property.
Dad continued the practice.
Dad planted the mamane – his tree – just inside
the border of ohia – hapu῾u forest in his side yard.
He could see it with its tiny, dense orange seeds from
one of his bedroom windows. His mamane attracted
Native Hawaiian birds and this filled him with delight.
He planted the pussy willow – Kit’s tree – in the front
corner of the yard nearest our neighbor’s house and
the intersection. Kit loved its catkins. The pussy willow
flourished, even near Dad’s last tsugi pines closest to
the property line. Kit left early, too – when I turned ten.
I don’t recall Dad planting trees for Mom or Jann
on his property. After all, they were gone – even
before Kit. This is something we didn’t talk about.
In my thirteenth year Dad brought home a koa seedling,
and he had me plant it – my tree – in the other side
yard near a towering ohia. After it reached a certain
height, he could see it from his kitchen window.
Within three years the koa began dropping seeds.
Seedlings appeared in the lawn in an arc around
the koa trunk. We were excited and overjoyed
at seeing the tiny koa plants. Dad had me re-plant
the seedlings in a line along that edge of his property
bordering his field.
The rot must have started in my eighteenth year.
By then, while the koa towered over the tsugi pines,
there was rot affecting part of the base of its trunk.
I may have found it before I left for college or during
break. I didn’t tell Dad; I’m sure he found it himself.
This is something else we didn’t talk about.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
April 24, 2012