princeton elm

I’m proud to introduce the new baby of the family, Aaron. He’s a Princeton Elm. Recently, my parents have lost several trees in their backyard: a crabapple to old age, a mulberry to hurricane Irene, a maple to superstorm Sandy. They wanted a big shade tree to replace the maple. As you may or may not know, almost all of the Dutch Elms died ages ago due to Dutch Elm Disease. The only one that survived, in New Jersey, was growing atop Aaron Burr’s grave. Obviously, any tree fertilized by him was simply too stubborn to die. Cuttings from that tree were used to create a new species of Elm, resistant to Dutch Elm Disease. They called it the Princeton Elm. My parents read up on the subject, and decided it was meant to be. Around here, Aaron Burr is kind of a big deal, as his wife, Theodosia Prevost, grew up a few blocks away, at The Hermitage. They went through hell and high water to get their hands on a specimen. Now they’re happy, and Aaron looks happy, and I think he’s just the cutest thing. We weren’t sure it if was an Aaron or a Theodosia, but Mom had an extensive conversation with it (because my family is like that) and declared it’s an Aaron. So that’s that.