The neatest scene I ever saw regarding Christmas Trees in the Bear Paw Mountains would have meant little or nothing if I hadn’t been an English teacher and loved to teach Macbeth.
During those days a friend or two and I would go up to the tops of mountains and cut down several trees that would barely fit into our living rooms. But they were so beautiful and after all, I always had the huge Christmas trees of Francis and Laened Black as patterns. If they could have a Griswold Christmas tree, why couldn’t I?
What we always wanted was the top twelve feet of a huge Douglas fir. One in our midst lo...