LARGEST AND PROBABLY OLDEST BLACK POPLAR RECORDED IN THE VINODOL REGION As part of its project to record the natural values within the Primorsko-Goranska County, the Public Institution Priroda intends to make an inventory of valuable specimens of old trees, such as the thousand-year-old yew tree at Mrkopalj, the old yew tree in Mogušari, the beech tree – the Forest Queen – in Dletvo near Klana, six old oak trees near the chapel of St. Mikula (Nicholas) in Studena, the ancient oak tree at Šotovento on Krk Island, the old true service tree at the foot of Grižane, the old lime tree near the hamlet of Rogi, and many other old trees. In 2008, Mrs. Anica Tomašević from Karlići in the Vinodol Valley informed us that a huge black poplar tree (Populus nigra) – probably the oldest black poplar in this region – is growing next to the Židovalj spring. The name for this type of tree in the local Chakavian dialect is jeršen. Only in early 2009 did the employees of the Public Institution Priroda manage to visit the site, photograph the jeršen and, together with Mrs. Tomašević, take its measurements. At that time, Mrs. Tomašević – the greatest connoisseur of the traditions, history and events in her homeland – recounted many interesting details not only about the Židovalj spring and the old jeršen, but also about other natural phenomena, all of which would be worth documenting. The Židovalj spring was known for the washbasin that was built on it and which bears the chiselled inscription of the year 1832. While measuring the old tree’s circumference at chest height, we took the opportunity to learn more from Mrs. Tomašević about the spring, the way clothes were washed at the washbasin in old times, and many other, almost forgotten, facts about nature in the Vinodol Valley. Mrs. Tomašević pointed out to us the flat rock slabs alongside the Židovalj creek at the place where it pours out from the spring. On these rock slabs, women used to beat their washing with a club and then rinse it out, after the washing had been leached the night, that is, soaked in alkaline water obtained by rinsing wood ash. It is interesting to note that almost every village in the Vinodol Valley had its own spring from which water would be obtained and on which a washbasin was built. Upon being measured, the jeršen finally had a tangible cipher for its circumference – as much as 6 metres and 32 centimetres. Not even three large men could encircle its trunk! In its lower part, the trunk has a hollow into which a man could fit. Galleries created by wood-eating insects are visible on the withered parts of the tree; some of its branches have dried up, while others have broken off. Similar to other old trees, the old jeršen is a true micro world and eco-system, vital to the survival of numerous other organisms – from insects, fungi and lichen, to birds that seek shelter in its crown. It is also a “self-service diner” for insects and larvae. When visiting the tree, however, it is necessary to beware of branches breaking off from the tree. Mrs. Tomašević also told us that two other black poplars – just as large and old – grew alongside the Židovalj spring some 50 years ago, but were felled by storms. The remains of one of the stumps can still be seen today. To evoke the atmosphere of yesteryears linked to the spring and the old jeršen, we bring you one of the many poems Mrs. Tomašević has written in the Chakavian dialect: Momu studencu Lipi moj Vinodolski kraju Kadi Vinodolke pivaju Lipi moji studenci va gaju Na Židovlju se tičice čuju. Tri ukrasi Židovalj krasili Tri ukrasi tri stara jeršena Tri ukrasi kao troje braće Samo jedan ostal je I zapamtil velike nedaće Nas trojica opasat ga neće. Hladon se je po vodu hodilo Sako selo studenac imelo Nevestica mlada rano se je stala Jer je sinoć robu lušijala Učile su majke nevestice Da ne peru robu bez palice Roba bela sad se zablistala Nevesta ju je lipo perlinala Na Židovlju našen Dobro je isprala Šumi stari jeršen prošlo vrime… Sada studenac zaboravljen plače Voda još glatki kamik preskače Dok zaborav priziva zvuk palice, Smih nevestice… Ostruga je se prekrila I prošlo vrime skrila. |
Anica Tomašević |