Old trees are a commanding presence, silent, broad, unassuming and sometimes intimidating. This three-century old oak has seen a lot in its day. Close your eyes and you can envision a young colonial boy sitting at its trunk or a Abenaki hunting party passing under its bough (ok that's a stretch but maybe). Envision whatever daydream you like and it has probably been around to have seen it. I have a fond memory of being under this tree several times in the early 80's when the estate owner was the only one in town that handed out a full size candy bar for halloween. The estate on Farmhouse Lane, off North Main Street by Forest Road, has since been broken into condo units.
