"The trees in here is important to me. There is a very old sycamore. I was here forty years and the tree was the same size back when I come. I got this motorcycle tire up on that tree. And this old rug for riding horses. A man put it on the old horse's back to keep it from getting saddle scratches. The old cook pot be hanging aside it. I got some equipment in there—the water jug, a piece of a dog leash, some broken stuff, and that bone, it come from a thing like. . . . an alligator no, not alligator well, we call it a 'cooter.' You call it, I think, a turtle. On the other side is this old junk-can, put over this rotten stump that grew out of the sycamore but is hardly surviving. I put this bottle, motor-oil bottle, and one of my rubber collars, in the can. All of this is just something I have put up for the old tree.
"The younger sycamore tree next to it was planted two days after John Kennedy got assassinated. Me and another man planted it, honoring Kennedy. It growed that big in them many years." —Asberry Davis
