John loved his woods.
During one of Cameron’s first visits to Shangri-la, Alice explained to him how her dad spent a lot of time the woods, selecting and pruning trees, removing unwanted underbrush, simply making the woods more inviting. As they walked though the woods, Cameron commented something like, “Where most men see impenetrable forest, John Wright sees less woods.”
The phrase stuck. John would suit up in the morning and say, “I’m out to make less woods.” He tended his the trees like they were children and enjoyed monitoring their progress. Sometimes he’d select a young desirable tree that was too close to another, and carefully transplant it to another site. Wherever we’ve lived, from our little rancher on Christianna Parran Road, to the house on Holderness Lane where we raised the kids, to our wonderful Shangri-La in the North Carolina mountains, and finally the new home we built in Morganton to be closer to the kids, he made sure that each property included significant woods.
Once at Holderness Lane, I came home from a grocery run to find John sitting about 35 feet off the ground, in a huge oak. He was attaching a rope to a large branch so the kids would have a decent tire swing. I was not pleased because it looked mighty dangerous. In fact, once he got down he admitted that while as a kid he used to climb with abandon, as an adult, he found it a little scary up there. Nonetheless, the kids had a backyard tire swing that couldn’t be beat.
At Shangri-la I remember him pointing out some dead and dying trees to visiting nephew Nick Haddad. He was planning to take them down. Nick, an environmental ecologist, said, “Don’t do that, they’re habitat,” (for a variety of forest creatures). After that, John purposely left those sentinels. He’d just point to them, smile, and say, “Habitat.”
He was so excited when we discovered the diversity of trees on the Morganton property, especially several large beeches—John’s favorite tree. Even before the house was built, he had selected trees in the woods to cultivate and then he planted a few more.
He knew that planting trees was something you did not for yourself but for those who follow you. John has passed a rich sylvan legacy to future generations who will walk in the shade that he lovingly nurtured.