Funny story is that My oldest brother got one of those branches when we were kids and played Trazan swing from the fence, it broke and he landed on a root knocking the wind out of him. There was a cherry tree in front of the laundry mat that grandma would get so mad at us for spoiling are dinner on. LOL I would be by those tracks everyday to see my uncle when I was a kid visiting to see if it was my great uncle or not. Dad laugh cause the whisle would scare me so bad but I just had to be there. Carl would lay on that whisle to so I woould get over it.