Human Flower Project

The Dannebrog Maple

In a town on the Nebraska plains, one tree’s radiance has been THE autumn occasion for generations.


The Tree’s glistening Fall color palette has long fascinated the citizens of Dannebrog, Nebraska

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By James H. Wandersee and Renee M. Clary

EarthScholars™ Research Group

We were inspired and moved by a two paragraphs from humorist, folklorist, and journalist Roger L. Welsch, of Dannebrog, Nebraska.  A retired senior correspondent from CBS News Sunday Morning, Welsch is well-known throughout the state for his popular segment-series of the past called “Postcards from Nebraska.” Here are the arresting passages from his essay “Beating a Live Horse.”

In Dannebrog, Nebraska, a town close to my farm, there is a maple tree just down the street east of the bank and the hardware store. Each fall that tree explodes into the most exquisitely formed, flamboyantly iridescent blast of color that has ever been seen around Nebraska. Admittedly, there may be ten thousand trees on Lake Otsego or in Brown County, Indiana, each of which is more beautiful than the Dannebrog tree, but in Nebraska where there are so few trees and where there are so few varieties of trees, this tree is awesome in its splendor. I cannot adequately describe the beauty of that tree…

The four hundred citizens of Dannebrog watch that tree and anticipate and hope. They worry about the early frosts and high winds; they resonate with the easy chill of a fall night. They watch the slow, uneven change and use body English to push the color into its most splendid intensity. Scarcely a conversation passes in Dannebrog without some mention of The Tree. The Dannebrognagians roll the vision around in their heads like a cabernet should be rolled about in the mouth. They compare its color and brilliance with those of previous years. They speculate on the reasons for such variation…. New photos are taken. Then the whole town permits a reluctant submission to the inevitability of the Tree losing its color and its leaves as fall becomes winter…. For a while the discussion in the streets has not been of cents per bushel or hundredths of an inch of rainfall but of aesthetics… and, I would say, of community history, social solidarity, local pride,

spirit, as well.

We were captivated that single tree could mean so much and become so beloved by the citizenry of a village on the prairie in rural America. Since Welsch wrote his essay some 30 years ago, we wondered if the tree were still alive. We were also eager to find out what species of tree it was and what colors its fall foliage exhibited that made it so remarkable.  Most importantly, we wanted to know if it continues to arouse a sense of wonder in the townsfolk of Dannebrog, if it had indeed entered the 21st century.. And so we traveled to Nebraska this autumn. Was The Tree still there?

imageThe Flag of Denmark (the Dannebrog—etymology: “Danish cloth”)

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Dannebrog was founded through a Danish colony project of 1873, one of hundreds of Danish settlements established in the U.S. in the wave of immigration between 1850 and the early 1900s. According to T. G. Jeppesen’s Dannebrog on the American Prairie (2000), over 300,000 Danes emigrated to America during this period. In enclaves such as this one, the new immigrants hoped to preserve some of their own culture and values; thus, the town itself was named for Denmark’s red-and-white flag. (In 1989, Dannebrog was officially designated as “the Danish Capital of Nebraska” by the state legislature.)

Dannebrog is located along the banks of Oak Creek in central Nebraska’s Howard County, with the nearest well-known city, Grand Island (pop, 42,940)  about 16 miles away. The creek once powered a grist mill, and in 1886, the arrival of the railroad helped to sustain the inhabitants. Dannebrog’s population peaked in 1920 at 436. It was 352 at the time of the 2000 U.S. Census—48 fewer people than when essayist Roger L. Welsch described the town in 1980. At the time of the 2000 census, there were 96 families living here. Dannebrog supports about 20 small businesses and occupies a little more than a third of a square mile.

imageThe geographic location of the village of Dannebrog, Nebraska

Image: epodunk

Each year the 160-year-old village’s modest population of 352 swells to well over 1,000 on the first weekend in June when area inhabitants flock to Danneborg to celebrate “Grundlovsfest” (Danish for “constitution festival”). It’s an annual heritage festival which commemorates the anniversary of the signing of Denmark’s Free Constitution in 1849 by King Frederik VII. Events include aebleskiver (Danish pancakes), artists, a cake/bake walk, class reunions, cloggers, cow bingo, horse and buggy rides, a jam session, a kid’s money dig, tractor pulls, a melodrama, a “Muzzleloaders Rendezvous,” a parade (with floats, farm equipment, vintage cars, local/regional celebrities and bands), plus a quilt show, all topped off by a street dance and beer garden.


The content of the proud village’s historic mural is based upon a poll of what the citizens wanted in it

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Before Nebraska was tilled by the plow, much of the Great Plains from the Texas panhandle northward was treeless grassland. Trees grew only along the floodplains of streams and rivers. Trees native to Dannebrog’s Oak Creek are mostly cottonwoods and oaks. The general lack of trees elsewhere indicates that this region of the U.S. is characterized by little moisture, frequently dry, sandy soil, and lots of sunshine—a semi-arid land. Thus, it is no accident that Nebraskans value trees so much, or that Arbor Day originated in Nebraska! Back in 1872, Julius Sterling Morton first proposed that a special day be dedicated to tree planting and increasing awareness of the importance of trees.

When we arrived in Dannebrog, we first stopped to chat with the local pizza baker, Tom Schumacher, to discover the exact location of The Tree. Welsch hadn’t specified the kind of maple we should be looking for, nor had we seen the bank or the hardware store—landmarks tied to the tree’s location in that 1980 essay. We learned from Tom that the bank had become a credit union and the hardware store was now a grocery store. He then walked with us to make sure we were looking at the correct tree.

As we came upon The Tree, Tom told us that the Dannebrog Maple was once much more symmetrical and magnificent than it appear today. He noted that two sections of the tree’s canopy no longer leaf-out (due perhaps to disease, insects, or climatic impacts), causing gaps in the tree’s “formerly perfect” autumnal silhouette.


A view of The Tree from its least photogenic side to show its leaf gaps

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Although the village of Dannebrog does have other trees, its favorite tree, its signature tree, is found flanking the entrance to the local park. It is a ~40-foot-tall-by-50-foot-wide, elliptically crowned, non-native Sugar Maple (Acer saccharum).  The vivid orange-with yellow-and scarlet-tinged colors of this tree’s leaves are noticeable from over a block away. The Tree stands, appropriately, on the corner Maple Street and Park Row Street.

As we had expected, the tree was clearly past its prime, yet we could easily visualize its former glory. We also found that as we circled around it, the old maple gave us many unexpected, beautiful views. Fortunately for Dannebrog’s tree aficionados, Sugar Maples can live up to 300 years—although trees growing in towns and in areas that experience plant stress (extreme temperatures, moisture deficiency, poor soils) can have shorter lifespans.  May the Dannebrog Maple live to witness the village’s bicentennial celebrated in 2050!


The canopy of The Tree encompasses its identifying street sign

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Just as some cultures sing a song on the occasion of someone’s birthday that wishes the celebrant a long and happy life, William Wordsworth wrote, instead, a poem about a famous, seasoned, solitary tree that he admired in England:

There is a Yew-tree, pride of Lorton Vale,

Which to this day stands single, in the midst

Of its own darkness, as it stood of yore.

Of vast circumference and gloom profound,

This solitary Tree! A living thing

Produced too slowly ever to decay;

Of form and aspect too magnificent

To be destroyed

“Yew-Trees,” l.1; 1.9 (1803)

It was indeed a botanical adventure to track down, view, and update the status of this literature-enshrined, century-spanning, rural Nebraska tree that had uniquely captured the Nebraska public’s eye. We learned that, even greater than its physical attractiveness, The Tree is a major Dannebrog conversation-piece. It was very enjoyable to talk to the local folks and garner their impressions of the tree’s past glamour and its crowds of visitors, probing their memories of its glory days.

We learned from the locals at Kerry’s Grocery that The Tree is usually at peak color for only three days each year, an occasion that may fall anytime between late August and late October. Kerry and a friend hypothesize that the month of the year when the tree turns color signals whether it will be a mild or a severe winter — it’s an idea they’re still testing. The curators at Dannebrog’s Pawnee Art Center said that the village ought to host a festival or a viewing party each year when The Tree starts turning colors.

Famous Dannebrog native and authority on all things Dannebrogian, Roger Welsch, commented that The Tree “…says a lot about the aesthetics of the common man. That tree is admired from all angles, just like fine art in a museum.”

We agree! Even in its advanced years, it is still beautiful and its colors are a rare visual treat in central Nebraska. And it truly is an artwork of nature.

“The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way.  Some see Nature all ridicule and deformity, and some scarce see Nature at all.  But to the eyes of the person of imagination, Nature is Imagination itself.”

-  William Blake, 1799, The Letters

Posted by .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address) on 10/17 at 08:30 PM


A fantastic tree story—thank you James, Renee, and Julie.

Is Arbor Day a *positive* example of our attempts to change local landscapes to suit our needs?

Posted by Georgia on 10/18 at 07:26 PM
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