Nostalgic Roots – the Flowers from Buffum Street

by OCMGA Master Gardener Tammy Borden

They’re not the latest fancy hybridized variety and you won’t find them featured on the cover of the latest gardening magazine. But there is a patch of flowers that holds a special place in my heart because they came from someone who holds a special place in my heart.

My parents emigrated from Germany after facing the ravages of World War II and the difficult times that came afterwards. After a long journey on a retired navy ship that landed at Ellis Island in September of 1951, they settled in Milwaukee, Wisconsin, with less than $20 to their name. Through the kindness of a newfound friend, my father found a job at a manufacturing company that was willing to take a risk on a young immigrant.

atreppsol-003My parents eventually saved up enough money to buy a small house in 1954 for their family, now consisting of three children, my older siblings. That’s where the patch of flowers I have come to love has its roots. They lined the foundation of a small brick home on Buffum Street; those beautiful deep purple iris. They were offered to them by a neighbor who was also an immigrant, though he came from Armenia. He, a retired butler, and his wife, a retired maid, had acquired the iris from the finely manicured gardens of their former employer, an executive at Goodrich Tire Company. “At the time, they said they were rare,” said my mother. “Back then you could only find yellow and light lavender iris.”

My parents eventually left Milwaukee to farm the land; a passion of my father from his childhood growing up in Communist Ukraine Russia. They bought a farm near Marinette and then moved on to Bowler where I was born and first came to love the stately and fragrant blooms. My mom and dad eventually settled on the current homestead outside Bear Creek, Wisconsin. Though my father has been gone for more than twenty years, my mother still tends those same irises. Through several moves, she has always made sure to bring a small patch with her.

They remind her of the kindness and generosity of neighbors and friends. Perhaps they remind her of a simpler time. But I suspect they remind her more so of a time when life was uncertain and frightening for a young mother coming to a foreign land where she didn’t speak the language, had no family and was a stranger to everyone she met. But those beautiful flowers, now 60 years later, still stand as a testament to perseverance, faithfulness and hope. Like the blooms that return with vigor and beauty each spring, they represent a life of determination and hopeful expectation; a life that has weathered a multitude of storms, heartache and loss.

Now at more than 90 years old, my mom still tends the irises that frame the outside of her flower ring in front of her house. And a trail of these flowers remains behind at every home she’s had since 1954. She’s passed on many a clump of rhizomes to friends and family through the years as well. Their beauty multiplies and blesses more and more people with each passing season, much like my mom.

3 thoughts on “Nostalgic Roots – the Flowers from Buffum Street

  1. How excellent! I still grow the common Iris pallida from the garden of my great grandmother! My great niece really likes them, and might be the sixth generation to grow them. I think they were grown as a thickening agent for soups. I like them because they are so pretty and fragrant.


  2. Thanks Tammy for the wonderful story! My family has shared many plants with each other over the years. My parents instilled a love of gardening in all of us!


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