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David Fairchild
(7 Apr 1869 - 6 Aug 1954)
American botanist
and plant explorer who supervised the introduction of over 20,000
exotic plants and varieties of established crops into the U.S.,
including soya beans, mangos, alfalfa, nectarines, horseradish, and
flowering cherries.
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“For keenest enjoyment, I visit
when the dew is on them,
or in cloudy weather, or when the rain is falling:
and I must be alone or with someone who cares for them as I do.”
or in cloudy weather, or when the rain is falling:
and I must be alone or with someone who cares for them as I do.”
— David Fairchild
“...the need for a garden of rare
palms and vines and ornamental trees and shrubs which would be near
enough to a growing city to form a quiet place where
children with their elders could peer, as
it were, into those fascinating jungles and palm glades of the tropics
which have for generations stimulated the imaginations of American
youth.”
— David Fairchild
“Never to have seen anything but
the temperate zone is to have lived on the
fringe of the world. Between the Tropic of Capricorn and the Tropic of
Cancer live the majority of all the plant species, the vast majority of
the insects, most of the strange . . . quadrupeds, all of the great and
most of the poisonous snakes and large lizards, most of the brilliantly
colored sea fishes, and the strangest and most gorgeously plumaged of
the birds.”
— David Fairchild
Exploring For Plants
(1930)
“The human mind prefers something
which it can recognize to
something for which it has no name, and, whereas thousands of persons
carry field glasses to bring horses, ships, or steeples close to them,
only a few carry even the simplest pocket microscope. Yet a small
microscope will reveal wonders a thousand times more thrilling than
anything which Alice saw behind the looking-glass.”
— David Fairchild
The World Was My Garden
(1938), page 11
“...after my first feeling of
revulsion had passed, I spent
three of the most entertaining and instructive weeks of my life
studying the fascinating molds which appeared one by one on the slowly
disintegrating mass of horse-dung. Microscopic molds are both very
beautiful and absorbingly interesting. The rapid growth of their
spores, the way they live on each other, the manner in which the
different forms come and go, is so amazing and varied that I believe a
man could spend his life and not exhaust the forms or problems
contained in one plate of manure.”
— David Fairchild
The World Was My Garden
(1938), page 55
“I
have always liked horticulturists, people who make their
living from orchards and gardens, whose hands are familiar with the
feel of the bark, whose eyes are trained to distinguish the different
varieties, who have a form memory. Their brains are not forever dealing
with vague abstractions; they are satisfied with the romance which the
seasons bring with them, and have the patience and fortitude to gamble
their lives and fortunes in an industry which requires infinite
patience, which raise hopes each spring and too often dashes them to
pieces in fall.
They are always conscious of sun and wind and rain; must always be alert lest they lose the chance of ploughing at the right moment, pruning at the right time, circumventing the attacks of insects and fungus diseases by quick decision and prompt action. They are manufacturers of a high order, whose business requires not only intelligence of a practical character, but necessitates an instinct for industry which is different from that required by the city dweller always within sight of other people and the sound of their voices. The successful horticulturist spends much time alone among his trees, away from the constant chatter of human beings.”
They are always conscious of sun and wind and rain; must always be alert lest they lose the chance of ploughing at the right moment, pruning at the right time, circumventing the attacks of insects and fungus diseases by quick decision and prompt action. They are manufacturers of a high order, whose business requires not only intelligence of a practical character, but necessitates an instinct for industry which is different from that required by the city dweller always within sight of other people and the sound of their voices. The successful horticulturist spends much time alone among his trees, away from the constant chatter of human beings.”
— David Fairchild
“...the queen of tropical fruit.”
— David Fairchild
describing the mangosteen (1903)
“...the avocado is a food without
rival among the fruits, the veritable fruit of paradise”
— David Fairchild

