A Grove of trees in the Scottish Highlands
Gerry's Grove
Gerry O'Hagan
February 1938 - April 2011

Gerry O'Hagan grove

As part of the Caledonian Forest Regeneration Programme, this grove of trees is planted with deepest love and gratitude for the life of Gerry O'Hagan.

Being a joiner Gerry worked all his days with wood and loved the natural world, surrounding us on the croft not only with sheep, hens, ducks and ponies but with dogs, ferrets and pigeons. He loved his garden and planted fruit trees he even managed to grow peaches and grapes in the Highlands - and as he loved to cook he grew many vegetables for making his famous pots of soup. You could drop in at any time of year and be guaranteed a plate of soup even in summer!

He loved working on his croft, building many things with wood and close to his heart were his beloved Fergie and Massey Ferguson 165 tractors and his little blue Landrover. But these were distant second to his love for his precious family and his pride at being an old Argyll and Sutherland Highlander.

He loved life and lived it to the full, although he suffered from ill health for over 25 years, and counted it a blessing that he could help others with his words of wisdom, his time, his love and support and with his Glasgow sense of humour - which was legend. Even during his most painful times, which he bore with such fortitude, the wistful notes of his mouthorgan could be heard floating around the croft.

I hear them still.

On behalf of his family and his countless friends who felt privileged to have had him in their midst, I dedicate these trees to his memory.

Planted by his devoted wife Leslie,

for his dearest sons and grandchildren

Andrew and Nell,

Charles, Claire and Shannon,

Gerry, Rory and Ryan,

Michael, Evie and Michael Junior.

The following poem written by Seamus Heaney was read at Gerry's funeral.

It was read by Gerry's writer son Andrew, a close friend of Seamus.

It is a most appropriate poem to mark the planting of trees into the Scottish soil, especially for Gerry.

Digging

Between by finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound

When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:

My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds

Bends low, comes up twenty years away

Stooping in rhythm through potato drills

Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft

Against the inside knee was levered firmly.

He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep

To scatter new potatoes that we picked,

Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.

Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day

Than any other man on Toner's bog.

Once I carried him milk in a bottle

Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up

To drink it, then fell to right away

Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods

Over his shoulder, going down and down

For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap

Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge

Through living rooms roots awaken in my head.

But I've no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb

The squat pen rests.

I'll dig with it.

Seamus Heaney


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'And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything. William Shakespeare With our love always Leslie x Magnus x Molly x and Bunter x

28th April 2016

Another year has come and gone,
But our memories are still strong,
This year we celebrate and remember this day,
New life....wonderful memories always,
XX Andy, Rosemary, Jen Rob and BethXX

Donated by The Family,

29th April 2015

Great Uncle Gerry and Beth inextricably linked by one date, April 30th. Would that you had known one another. Our love always, Leslie x, Magnus x, Molly x and Bunter x

28th April 2015

April 2014 Dear Ger, As another year passes, you are loved and remembered fondly. We miss your great humour and your wonderful stories that made us laugh. With love, Rosemary & Andy Cosgrove and Jen & Rob McLaren xx

Donated by Jennifer McLaren

29th April 2014

Be a gentle friend to trees and they will give you back beauty, cool and fragrant shade and many birds singing. Our love always,Leslie, Magnus, Molly and Bunter xxxx

14th April 2014

For Ger's grove at Christmastime 2013 from Rosemary, Andy, Jennifer and Rob x "It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit." Robert Louis Stevenson.

Donated by Jennifer McLaren

27th December 2013

All my possessions for a moment of time. Elizabeth 1 What would we give for a moment of time? Our love always Leslie, Magnus, Molly and Bunter xxxx

30th April 2013

He who plants a tree Plants a hope. For Gerry with love. Rosemary & Andy, Jen & Rob xxxx

Donated by Jennifer Cosgrove

29th April 2013

"Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come." With love and happy memories, Rosemary, Andy and Jennifer xxx

Donated by Jennifer Cosgrove

4th February 2013

With fond memories of Gerry. Andrew & Jennifer Noble.

Donated by Andrew & Jennifer Noble

29th January 2013

How quickly the months have passed. As the year draws near your presence on your beloved croft is sorely missed. Remembering the good times. Love Rosemary, Andy and Jennifer. xxx

26th April 2012

How quickly a year goes by. 'If I could turn upon my finger the bright ring of time The now of then, I would bring back again.' Kathleen Raine My love always, Leslie and love from Cairnach, Magnus, Molly and of course Bunter xxxxx

19th April 2012

Remembering your birthday and thinking of last year. 'Cauld blew the bitter-biting north Upon thy early, humble birth; Yet cheerfully thou glinted forth Amid the storm.' My love always, Leslie x Missing you sorely are Cairnach, Magnus, Molly and especially Bunter. xxxx

30th January 2012

With fond memories of Gerry from Janis and John Nicholson

Donated by John Nicholson

10th January 2012

"Give fools their gold, and knaves their power; let fortune's bubbles rise and fall; who sows a field, or trains a flower, or plants a tree, is more than all." May your grove forever flourish, Ger. Love, Rosemary, Andy and Jennifer. xxx

Donated by Jennifer Cosgrove

10th January 2012

Dear Dad, Dear Papa: We miss you. With love, until all the seas gang dry. Andrew and Nell xx

Donated by Andrew O'Hagan

10th January 2012

where would I be today without your love& support! Love&miss you always Ann-Marie x

10th January 2012

From all the people, We have ever met, Your the one, We wont forget. You give us so much happiness with Raff Thanks George & Carol

10th January 2012

In memory of Gerry, whose friendliness, wisdom and helpfulness we had the privilege of knowing - we wish it had been for much longer..

Donated by Christopher Jones

14th December 2011

We feel so very privilaged to have been Gerrys friends. We loved to visit Millcroft where we were always made so welcome. Gerry always took time for our boys, listening intently to Calum & understanding Cian! And then making us 'crack up' with his brilliant stories!! Thank you so much Gerry for all the fun!! Barry, Stephanie, Calum, Cian, Fergus & Tully xxxxxx

13th December 2011

You were my other self and best earthly companion. My love always Leslie and Cairnach, Magnus, Molly and Bunter. xxxxx

2nd December 2011

Donated by Mrs Leslie I Boyle

2nd December 2011

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The trees in this grove will be carefully planted in protected sites in the Scottish Highlands where they will create homes for wildlife and forests for the future.

Scots pine against a summer blue sky.
Twinflowers in bloom on pine woodland floor.
A Scotch argus butterfly on common ragwort.
Gerry O'Hagan's grove
Trees in this grove:
161

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