This tree stayed with my family for many many many years. My grandmother bought it at a dime store when it was just a tiny potted plant. It grew and grew and grew into a beautiful tree. Some years, it was our Christmas tree. It lived until just a couple of years ago, and it died. I was very sad. For some reason this tree was very special to me. I grieved the loss of it, much like I would a loved one. This tree, this living thing that had really been a part of my family for longer than I had been alive. It was always there, every time we moved, it was in the back of the truck, wrapped up in a sheet to protect it. This is the only photograph I think we have of it and I have searched for another one for many years, without success.