It's Tree Time!
- By: Nicole Christensen
- On: 12/08/2012 10:50:15
- In: Suburban Sentiments
- Comments: 14
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There’s little wooden roadside signs around, pointing to the direction of the Medridge tree farm. When we pull in, I can’t help but think how pretty Connecticut really is. Heading off the winding country-like road into the driveway, I’m reminded of a scene from vintage postcards. There’s a little red barn for an office, and an old wooden sled decorates the front. My daughter bounces with excitement in her seat before we can even turn the engine of the car off.
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Checking in at the office, we’re greeted by the owner, Julia Wasserman. In addition to being a tree farmer, Julia Wasserman was also our state representative, serving eighteen years in office. I got to thinking, “Just how does someone become a Christmas tree farmer?”
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Julia Wasserman
The Wassermans bought their farm over fifty-two years ago. Julia’s late husband, a physician, loved tree farming as a hobby and planted trees all over the property. She says he just kept adding more and more, until eventually they realized they’d planted a plantation! That’s when they decided to sell trees, over thirty years ago, and Medridge tree farm was born. The name is taken from “middle of the ridge”, referring to the terrain.
Julia says that there’s about twenty-five acres dedicated to the trees, all spread out. I love that it's not just a “clump”of trees, making our experience more authentic. I feel just like Ma, Pa, and Laura Ingalls as we head ‘round the pond to find our perfect tree! I know that we’re making memories my daughter will have for a lifetime.
"We want this one!"
Not wanting to be like Clark Griswold, and heeding Julia’s gentle warning that the trees always look smaller in the open than they do once you get them inside, we find our tree, perfectly-shaped around five-feet tall or so. My husband cuts it down in just minutes, with a little hand saw. When we first started this tradition, my daughter seemed so tiny. The trees now no longer look like great, big giants next to her. (She's also learned not to stand too close to Daddy when he saws, as it never falls in the direction he says it’s going to). As we walk down the bend back to the office, this year it’s Audrey who carries the tree with her dad, and I get a visual of how much she’s grown up, right before our eyes. Walking behind them, a gentle breeze blows the amazing balsam scent my way...it smells of Christmas!
Through the years, the farm has tried different types of trees, learning which species worked best, and were the most disease-resistant. The trees growing at Medridge are white spruce and blue spruce trees, which Julia says are “very good trees for Christmas trees, holding up very well.” Showing her the tree we’ve just cut, she tells us we’ve picked a white spruce - just beautiful! I love its soft needles, as opposed to sharp ones from other types. Julia tells me it takes time and care to be a tree farmer. They must carefully maintain the area around each tree, mowing regularly, and keep pests and vines away. The trees grow around a foot a year. (Think about that the next time you see the beautiful lit tree at Rockefeller Center, New York)!
We load our tree on the roof of our car, and bid Julia and her farm goodbye, until next year. She’s such a busy lady, and still does some work for the state. She says the best part of being a tree farmer is seeing all the people coming back each year, with their kids. I smile, thinking her farm is one of the best things of our Christmas, too.



Comments
Thank you, Denise! Thanks for stopping by! -Nicole
Thanks, Adrienne! I realize how lucky we are to have Mrs. Wasserman's farm so nearby. Not everyone gets to have such a neat experience, and I am so happy to be able to see my daughter so excited over something so simple as cutting a tree. Have a wonderful holiday! Farmgirl hugs, Nicole
Thanks, Barb! Audrey and I can't wait to see you and Emily Saturday, too! -Nicole
Holly, thank you! I hope so...you're only little once. :) Thanks for visiting! -Nicole
I loved my visit to the Tree Farm!.... I bet is smells wonderful!!!
Love and hugs and a safe and happy holiday season!
Your beach blog'n sis Deb
Hi Deb! Thanks for visiting...much love to you, too! I'm sure you are busy decking your halls, too! Hope you and your family have a great holiday season, as well. -Nicole
Oh Daddy! That is so funny! I remember all the times we cut Christmas trees! I also remember you ALWAYS cut me a little special tree, just for my room. Audrey has a little (faux) tree in her room, just the same size. When she was very little, she swore, just like I used to as a tot, that she saw Santa put a present under that tree! -Nicole
Enjoyed the pictures- your tree looks BEAUTIFUL!!
Hugs,
Laurie
Thank you Laurie! This year we did white lights, which I love best on the tree, but to be honest, Iam still getting used to the LED ones. Not quite the same as traditional, but beautiful nonetheless. Thank you so much for stopping by and commenting! Merry Christmas, Nicole
Hi Denise! So glad you enjoyed the visit!! I do have to say we got a really pretty tree this year, no bare spots, just the right height! It even has little baby pine cones in it...and the smell! Oh my goodness! The scent is amazing. Hope you have an amazing holiday! Merry Christmas and much love, Nicole
Enjoyed reading this blog. Merry Christmas! Love you,
Mother
Hi Mom! Thanks! We all thought of you decorating the tree with some of the ornaments you gave us. Wish you could see it in person. Told ya Audrey is growing fast...time for a visit! -Nicole
Thanks! This tree isn't as "prickly" as the trees I remember from the farm. -Nicole
Sandy, how wonderful to hear about your long-standing family tradition! How special for your daughters and grandchildren! Thank you for sharing with us. -Nicole
You're welcome...thanks so much for "stopping by"! -Nicole
Betty, thank you for sharing! I'm so glad you enjoyed our "visit". -Nicole
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