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Christmas, Christmas trees, Corsi Tree Farm, family, life, Ohio, old fashioned Christmas, southern Ohio
The traditions of Christmas are many and varied, depending on your cultural heritage and family practice. In our family there was always a fresh cut tree to decorate at Christmas, partly because that was the family business! Tens of thousands of trees have come from the Corsi Tree Farm in southern Ohio. It was started in 1955 by my parents and grandparents. My Father and Grandfather were partners in the beginning, Grandpa furnished the land and facilitated sales and Dad performed the manual labour. And, as usual, Grandma and Mom were their invaluable support crew!
In the beginning Dad even tried to grow his own seedlings and I remember as young children on hot, humid summer mornings my brothers and I helping to weed the seed beds, and chasing away the turtle doves that would try to eat the seed. My Dad’s version of growing trees for Christmas was very labour intensive, because like everything he did, he wanted to produce the very best tree he could. In the spring new seedlings were planted, in summer the trees would be trimmed, so that they would be more compact and have a nicer shape for decorating. In autumn the weeds needed to be mown to minimise fire hazard, and once the trees had reached harvesting size, in about 7-10 years after planting, they were cut and baled and loaded onto delivery trucks to be taken to the retail lots around the Cincinnati area.
Dad and Grandpa had entered into a business with very little experience and had to learn as they went. It was unbelievably hard some years, not just working in the fields during all kinds of weather, but negotiating with businesses who wanted to make money off the hard work of Dad and his crew. One year, when my grandfather had just died and Dad had to shoulder the entire business, the wholesale buyer tried to pay far less than the trees were worth. Dad, a man of deep principle said he would burn them before he would be dictated to on price that was less than they deserved. True to his word, he destroyed many of the trees that had already been cut that year.
Dad always said he was a ‘farmer’ and we all know how heartbreaking farming can be. Some of that heartbreak would spill over into the holiday for us as we watched the toll it took on our Dad. My brothers worked for Dad for many years and it took a toll on them as well. But we all prevailed. Eventually my youngest brother (see photo) bought the business and, learning from Dad’s experience, was able to mitigate some of the difficulties. He has improved some things and put his own stamp onto the business, but it is still farming, and farming is hard work.
Thousands of people in the Cincinnati area will travel to the Corsi Tree Farm this year, not just to cut their own Christmas tree, but to have an old fashioned experience with country music, animals and hospitality. It is probably a tradition that will disappear one day, but for now it is alive and well in Hamersville, Ohio. This will be the first year since he started the business Dad will not visit the farm at Christmas. He passed away earlier this year but his legacy lives on.
And look at all the festive joy the family has brought to people since your grandfather and father started the business.
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
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Keep sweet remembrances of your father and keep respecting for all he did to you and your family.
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As always, a beautiful story. Tradition. Family. Love. Rick and I wll be making our annual trip to the lovely Corsi Tree Farm this weekend with the munchkins. We have been going for over 30 years.
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Thank you Bettyann. It is hard for me to comprehend all the families whose Christmas memories are intertwined with the work Dad and Sheldon have done to grow those trees. Have a wonderful Christmas with those lovely grandchildren.
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You have wonderful pictures, and legacy. For me, Christmas tree are an intrinsic part of Christmas… otherwise where would Santa put the gifts… And a Christmas tree farm sounds as magical as Santa’s Workshop at the North Pole.
Although our tree is, well, sort of plastic… it’s old – we found it under our house… and probably won’t go up this year as we’re betwixt and between, but its spirit (and habit of shedding needles & sparkly bits) is reminiscent of country childhood ventures to a nearby paddock dotted with pine trees with my Pa, one of which would be carefully chosen, lopped and spend a couple of weeks in a bucket in our living room dropping needles.
It’s fantastic that your brother continues the business (sad this is the first without your Dad), and tradition maintains the demand for Christmas trees when so many others have been lost.
I think people have fond memories of childhood Christmases and like to recreate them for their own children, and so on.
Are you able to source live trees in Alice?
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No live trees in Alice, Ella. We’ve been in the NT for so long we gave up many years ago and have always had an artificial tree, which seems sacrilege, in a way, but the memory of a real tree is in my mind always. To be honest, it never even quite seems like Christmas here where it is hot. There’s something about the colour and sparkle of Christmas when it is contrasted against the grey, cold landscape that makes it extra special. Hoping you and the GO have a restful and fun holiday.
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I can not look at a Christmas tree without thinking of you all! My Grandparents are Russell and Marjorie Woodruff. My grandmother took great pleasure and pride in her trees every year, that of course was a Corsi tree! Grandma has been gone for almost 20 years now. Grandpa passed 3 years ago this January. Miss them both dearly, however, Christmas tradition lives on……. As does memories of them both! Merry Christmas to you and your family! Hope your Mother is doing well!
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So lovely of you to leave this comment, Alisa. I loved your grandparents. Your grandma was a real inspiration for creative homemaking, a sharp businesswoman, sharp dresser and all round great person. I saw your Granddad in the Bank there in Bethel, shortly before he passed and he gave me a big hug. So glad the Corsi Tree Farm has been such a part of your Christmas tradition. Have a wonderful Christmas and healthy, happy new year!
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What a wonderful story.
It makes us feel so young, to have been cutting our Corsi tree only since 1987.
It is a treasure to turn right from our street in Mount Lookout and make only that one left, near Yankee Town and never travel at interstate speed.
The 2-3 hour expedition is peaceful cheerful family time, usually with the jingle cats on tape or disk.
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Wonderful to know this, thank you for your comment. I have been living in Australia since before you cut your first tree at the farm!! A whole other lifetime ago it seems. Blessings for a lovely Christmas.
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What a nice post Ardys. I have some special memories of the tree farm myself and it’s nice to realize and I think Uncle Lou would be so pleased to know his legacy lives on through not only the farm but his family and that the farm is still bringing families together to share holiday traditions and memories.
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Thank you Donna. I’m not sure if he ever grasped the fact that he had achieved so many of his life goals, certainly leaving a legacy for his children was at the top of the list.
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My mother was asked recently by her Dr. In Hyde Park where she lives. She was explaining to him and he said, “Oh, I know where that is. We head that way every year to the Corsi Tree Farm for our Christmas tree”. A little bit of Corsi in so many homes. Most worthwhile things only come with hard work. The sacrifice by all of you lives on.
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I want a Corsi Tree farm in my backyard. And I’d like it to be Christmas all year round. *sigh*
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To paraphrase Joyce Kilmer, the poet: “Poems are made by fools like me
but God needs help making Christmas Trees!”
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Maybe that is why that poem hung on the wall in my Grandparents’ home.
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