By Alexander Troup
Preface: In an old part of Dallas there is a historic pecan tree; it was acknowledged in 2021 because of a story that Alexander Troup wrote 20 years ago. The original piece of writing was about a man named C.W. Heppner. Although the owner of the land died many years ago, the tree (which possibly dates back to 1824) still stands. Here is Alex’s story about a tree with colorful history:
In 1845 Judge Hord came to Dallas, Texas looking for some land to live on. Folks in the village of Dallas told him to go to the other side of the river. He took their advice and bought 200 acres, where he built a cabin. By the river, friendly Indians were hunting and camping. He got along with these natives and became a judge in Dallas County. Then, in the late 1880’s, a man by the name of Marsalis came and bought Hord’s Ridge, which the Judge was selling. He renamed the land Oak Cliff. Hord moved to Flander’s Height (over by the Fort Worth Pike in West Dallas) another hilltop scenic visual delight, around 1890.
One of Judge Hord’s neighbors was a retired German cavalry officer, an immigrant to Dallas, by the name of C.W. Heppner. He sold junk, fixed cabinets, and raised pigs. His property was close to the river bottom in West Dallas, facing east, where the Trinity River would flow; when the spring rains came, it would flood. Heppner, as he was called, became the Texas hero of the 1908 flood. He saved people, horses, and hogs as they swam down the Trinity in a current that was extremely wild and very deep. While this flooding took place, Colonel Heppner tied up his boats to an old pecan tree. This tree stood as it had since 1824, as the tree historians now say, measuring 16 feet around. It may have been planted by Indians as a marker…
By the early 1930’s on the front lawn of this old junk house, Heppner sold used tires to Bonnie and Clyde. Old C.W. lived there until around 1933 when the entrance of the present bridge was put on his lot. He was bought out and labeled an activist troublemaker, wanting to get the river tamed for 20 years. City officials were pretty vindictive back then and they hated this old German for showing up, with his fisherman boots and cap, to City Hall to gripe about when they were going to tame the river. He loved the junk house and hated leaving it. His house was torn down and Heppner was put in a nursing home where he died. Meanwhile, that old pecan tree is still there today, marred and scarred by trucks, cars and bicycle tires that ran into the tree at night.
Back in 1951 a reporter found out there were stories about how kids would fall out of these types of trees, dating back to the 1880s. The newspaper would also tell of accidental deaths, broken arms and legs, as pecans were by the bundle during pecan harvest season. Boys would make good summer money as this was an adventure. They would climb onto the branches to get that nice green and brown pile of pecans, and occasionally go too far out on a limb as it would snap, fall and crash…sometimes 30 feet down!
The pecan tree had been an eyesore to the new people who work for the city of Dallas, Dallas County, and the river authority of today. As it was a big, old, ugly monstrosity in their books, they wanted to chop it down and use it for firewood. I informed the agency, working through the city and tree historians, about the history that went with the pecan tree: C.W. Heppner was Noah’s Ark of the Trinity because he saved so many lives. There were also tales mentioned about kids who hid their bicycles up in the branches, at night, when they were stolen…Many stories of this old tree came up. I can recall driving by it the 1970s with my pick up truck and seeing many other old Ford pickups parked underneath selling peaches, apples, pears, and pecan seeds. In 2022 the agency I’m working for got a plaque stating it as a historic tree…they cannot chainsaw the tree in this decade.
So much for barbecue, old pecan limbs, and branches that ole C.W. would cut down from his Trinity River pecan tree!
Dedicated to Katherine Homan
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