Today outside of my window at work, I saw history being erased. You see a truly middle aged American Elm tree had lost its struggle against the progress of a new parking lot and construction that had disrupted its roots four or five years ago. Having passed. it was time for the tree to go as it had become a fragile catastrophe waiting to happen.
As I watched the men working, I could not help to think about the history the tree had seen. I went out after it was felled and the tree rings told me the tree was nearly 60 years old. This tree had been a seedling before I was born. It had passed through all of the wars, world strife, presidential elections and assassinations, mayor appointments and resignations, and a host of other events.
Somehow, my heart sank a little as the tree came crashing down and all of its history erased forever.
What was interesting, is that the entire tree was completely gone in a short hour complements of three men and an assortment of machines.
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