Tequesta : Number - 50/1990 - FIU Digital Collections

30 TEQUESTA
would quote a French author. Once I sought to guide him into talking
about his experiences in France and of his meeting with Simone Guillot.
This was a mistake, for he fell silent.
As Phillips' health began declining we saw him less frequently, for
he lived in North Miami, nearly 20 miles from Montgomery Drive, and
he reached a point where he dreaded the long trip. Moreover, I was
home only on weekends, and Phillips' routine, driving to the Fairchild
Garden on Thursdays, talking for awhile about some landscape problem,
then accompanying me home for lunch, had been broken. In the
fall of 19661 was among newspapermen invited by the National Science
Foundation to visit the Antarctic and write about what was happening
at the bottom of the world. Shortly before I left, I visited Phillips. He
was 81 then and in a nursing home. I could see that he had but a short
time to live. I wrote his obituary before I left. Upon my return, one of
the first things Evelyn said upon meeting me at the airport was:
"Bill Phillips died while you were away."
Old Friends, the Plants
"Strolling among the trees, palms, and shrubs I have planted over the
years is like associating with old friends," I wrote in 1973, the year of
my retirement from The Herald. "Many of these plants date back to the
early 1950s. One tree, a lysiloma, now sprawls for 75 feet, some of its
branches so long they rest on the ground, elbow-like, in order to reach
farther out. I collected seed of this tree at Paradise Key in the Everglades
National Park during an outing with my family. Starting the seed in a
small container, I worried a hole in the rock with the aid of a railroad
pick and planted the small tree. The lysiloma - it is also called wild
tamarind - is the grandchildren's climbing tree. In our walks, Evelyn
and I sometimes pass under this tree, whose small leaves make lacy
shadows. Both of us have remarked that from its appearance it might
have been here a century. Yet we have seen it make its scrambling,
undulating growth, taking on the gnarled and tortuous insinuations of
old age, during the time we have lived here."
A record book I kept of the plants acquired and planted over the years
at Montgomery Drive has more than 300 entries. Many of them came
from the Fairchild Tropical Garden, which distributes plants to its
members each year. Quite a few were new to Florida at the time I