I bring up this 1963 picture, not for the awesome cute kid yours truely, but to mention the ash tree that grew up along the old house.

We were building our new house at this time, and my older brothers say they used to climb this tree to get on the roof of the old house.
Pic of new house being built.

The house was torn down after moving into the new house in 1964. That ash tree got big. At one point there were 2 limbs about 5-6 ft off the ground, where we could hang upside down with our legs over one limb and hook our feet under the other.
A few years ago lightning hit the tree and it died. It’s becoming very rotten now.
Last weekend picture of the tree.

I told dad it needs to get cut, for when the left side falls it’s going to land on top of his car, and take down power lines to the barn.
He had me call a tree company, and they quoted $2500 just to cut it, we would clean it up. Uh, no thanks. Dad is parking out of harms way. Last weeks winds brought down one of 3 tall limbs. If 2 more fall, it won’t reach the power line. I told him to let winter take it down, and if it takes the wires we can fix that.
If we still had the dozer with winch we could just pull it over. We brought a lot of trees down that way in the 70s.