Not long after I dragged the tree sculpture home, I went back into the park to see what was happening with the huge, ancient 3-foot-in-diameter oak that Hurricane Sandy brought down. The parks people had been cutting it up — terrible to see. They just sawed it apart into chunks to chip; think of the beautiful wide boards or public seating it could have made…
I had no idea what I’d do with a big rough-hewn oak log, but figured it would be worth grabbing one before they disappeared, while the Parks Department workers were gone and the police weren’t patrolling. I found one a foot wide to haul home that was so heavy, I couldn’t get it on the 12″ round 3-wheeled dolly I had brought (having loaned my trusty folding hand truck to a neighbor). As I was struggling, a West African man came up to help. He lifted the log onto the dolly, then said thoughtfully, “You need something to pull it with”. I rummaged through my knapsack and found a bungee cord. Sela figured out a way to attach it. He told me that over time the tree would dry out and become less heavy; then he went on his way.
That log was so heavy, I must have looked like Hercules straining to pull it.
After a while the log toppled off it’s wheels. I managed to leverage it onto it the dolly balanced on it’s side so I could push it.
I carefully started hauling it again. After a few block, a man came bounding up to me. “Beautiful log.” he said. ” I totally get why you want to have it in your home. It’s beautiful. Let me help you get it home.”
And he did, the poor guy. Four blocks and several topplings later, he got it into my lobby. His name was “Robert, I am a good man.” He didn’t want money. He was the third person in a week to help a middle-aged woman haul a scrap of downed tree to her apartment.
For now, I am testing the log out as a stool for my kitchen’s island. It’s comfortable, perhaps a bit visually clunky but surprising and pleasurable all the same. (If it stays, I’ll have to rig floor sliders so it won’t scratch the floor).
The next day I went out with my folding hand truck and hauled home a second log, just in case. If I don’t use it, there of plenty of people who’d take it off my hands.
On another walk, I snagged a shaving from the big oak: about a quarter of its rings worth of years.
…it’s become part of a still-life in my kitchen…
I haven’t yet figured out where the sculptural hunk I brought home will land in my place; it’s on the terrace drying out. My apartment feels different — better — for the presence of the trees.
The other night, I helped my neighbor bring home the forked log he choose from the cut up old oak to make a coffee table out of…
A small bit of redemption from Sandy’s destruction.
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