Dreyer Mesquite
I met Mr. Dreyer, whom the wood is named after when I pulled into his farm near Marion, Texas to ask if I could, at no charge, remove 2 big mesquite trees from his "yard" that were mostly dead. I just wanted the wood. Mr. Dreyer pointed to a bedroom window and informed me that he was born in that bedroom and had too many great childhood memories of climbing and playing in those trees to let me have them. But he also informed me that he was sure he could do us both a good turn. He took me in his truck to one of his large pastures that was overgrown with Mesquite. Much of it was scrub mesquite, too small to be of any use to me, but there were about 100-110 mesquite trees varying in diameter from 8 inches up to 42 inches that were of great interest to me. The deal we made me was that if I cut the trees down, close enough to the ground as not to interfere with a shredder, he would haul the trunks up to a clearing with his tractor for me to mill and would push all the brush into piles for burning. He was planning to have the pasture bulldozed and burn all the trees since he needed the pasture for grazing cattle. He saved the money and I got the wood, LOTS of beautiful Mesquite! Mr. Dreyer was a joy to be around and had so many interesting stories that he shared, several revolving around his experiences in WWII where he served as a navigator on a B-17 bomber. Mr. Dreyer has since passed and I for one believe the world to be a lesser place without him.