Happiness Is A Hickory Tree

Riffle, riffle, riffle… thud!

It’s September. I can hear it now.

Riffle riffle… thud!

The sound of hickory nuts falling through the leafy realms stirs ecstasy in squirrels and the impulse to retreat in bald headed men like me. But I don’t retreat too far. I want my share.

There is a shagbark hickory tree older than I am in the front yard of my mother’s home, where I grew up. Happily, there is also one in my own yard and several more edging the field across the street. Of all the senses that tether me to this world, the September sound of hickory nuts in flight is one of the most durable.

The shagbark hickory is an emblem of durability for me. Its wood is tough, strong, yet pliant, which made it especially popular with early Americans, who fashioned it into tool handles, barrel hoops, and wagon wheels. We also know from that old song “School Days” that “readin’ and writin’ and ‘rithmatic” was “taught to the tune of the hickory stick.”

For a time, baseball bats were made of hickory wood. Babe Ruth used hickory bats. They were more like cudgels than bats. The Bambino’s bats weighed almost three pounds. Ash and, alas, aluminum now protect home plate, but not with the heft or authority of hickory.

Shagbark hickory trees are tall and straight and deeply rooted in New England, traits common to the men in my family line, so I guess there is some basis for the kinship I feel toward them. Their unkempt shagbark, I suppose, also bears some resemblance to my own sartorial look, but I’m working on that.

Hickories are cold hardy. Botanists at the University of Minnesota have calculated the freezing point of the supercooled water in a shagbark hickory tree’s vascular system to be near 35 degrees below zero. Yet its wood burns long and hot in the stove, making it possible for us lesser New Englanders to shore up our own cold hardiness when it begins to flag in the dead of winter.

Beyond all its utilitarian uses, however, the hickory tree’s greatest gift is its nut. No gift was ever more tightly wrapped. Its thick, green, outer husk splits into quartered segments when ripe. Those nuts dropping from the tops of the tallest trees, which can range up to 100 feet tall (the height of Newtown’s flagpole), conveniently jettison the husk on impact, leaving a smooth, hard, nearly white nut, quarter-ridged with a sharp point at each end. More often than not, however, the husk stays on after the fall and must be pried open with fingers.

Getting into a hickory nut requires a hammer, or other heavy blunt object, or a set of squirrel’s teeth. Once the shell is cracked, the real work begins. The delicate nutmeat is tightly entwined in the convoluted cavity of the shell. Extracting it requires a lobster pick and some patience, but that patience will be rewarded with the sweetest, richest nut there is.

Native Americans prized hickory nuts for their sweet fatty oil, and they dried and ground the remainder for use as flour. The hickory gets its name from this food, which the Algonquins called pawcohiccorah.

For most people, hickory nuts remain a rare treat. They are not commercially grown or harvested. It just wouldn’t pay. It takes more than 200 nuts to produce a pound of hickory nutmeats. That’s hours of hammering and picking. You’ve got to really want it to get it, which is why squirrels have the nuts mostly to themselves.

But in our neighborhood, the squirrels have to compete with my wife, Kate, and me. Every September, we put on hats and brave the contempt of sharpshooter arboreal rodents in the hickories. All the high adventure and subsequent whacking and picking makes those nuts taste sweeter than any treat we could buy in the store. Depending on our supply, we eat them well into winter. They’re best on the coldest nights when we can throw the shells on the fire and think of old New England.

About Curtiss Clark

Curtiss Clark lives in western Connecticut with his wife, Kate, at the intersection of two country roads where many living things cross paths. He is a retired newspaper editor.
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9 Responses to Happiness Is A Hickory Tree

  1. Ray Martin says:

    Enjoyed your comments. I have just discovered what appears to be a hickory at the edge of a creek on our property. Today is June 6 and green nuts are falling. What does this mean? How can I determine what variety of hickory I have? I live in Birmingham, Alabama. Many thanks.

    Ray Martin

  2. Ray, I believe shagbark hickories are also native to Alabama, as are mockernut hickories, which I’ve never encountered here. Take a look at this “Key To Common Trees of Alabama” put out by Alabama A&M and Auburn. It might help you identify your discovery. Congratulations to you and to your squirrels.

  3. Guy says:

    Hi Curtiss

    We have no hickory trees but we put in five hazelnuts a couple of years back I can hardly wait to see the squirrels look when we get our first nuts.


  4. connie buss says:

    live in michigan hickory nuts are falling now only the husks opened already why no nuts

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  6. Elaine Miller says:

    I just discovered these “green pods” on one my frequent hikes through the Blue Hills. I tried scuffing off the somewhat leathery outer coat by scraping one under my foot against some rough stones. I got down through a wet, sort of soft bristly layer and could see something creamy colored beneath, but couldn’t get to it. I brought a whole one home in my pocket and just peeled through the outer layer, into the wet layer and can see but not actually reveal the nut inside. Do I need to give it a mighty whack with a hammer, must I wait for further ripening, or is there some other step to take? I looked just like ones in the picture before I molested it.

  7. Go ahead and give it a whack, Elaine.

  8. Mike says:

    Wish you could answer this question from first reply:
    Today is June 6 and green nuts are falling. What does this mean?

  9. Laurie-Rae says:

    We have at least 4 hickory trees on our 4 acres in Durham CT. We have been in this house for 7 years and just now realizing that in July it is raining these large nuts! Thank you for the information. Can’t wait to try one. I love the bark of the trees they are so beautiful.

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