ST Mary the Blessed Parish Magazine July/August 2026
People always seem to have a fascination with my buds. In spring they have to come up and feel them. I don't know why, maybe it's because they're sticky like glue.
I used to look forward to the autumn when lots of boys would look on the ground for my seeds which they call conkers. They'd collect lots and lots of them in plastic carrier bags and take them home. A passing bird once told me they play a game called conkers with them. Boys no longer come to collect my conkers and that makes me very sad as I used to enjoy their company and their chattering. I suppose they have other things to do.
Some people think that my conkers will keep spiders away because they contain the chemical saponin. I don't know if that's true or just a myth. However, I do know that generations of people have made use of us in a variety of ways. The Victorians often made flour from crushed up conkers, the Vikings made a type of soap and you can make an eco- friendly laundry detergent from them ... I wonder if your church eco group knew that. Returning to myths and superstitions my conkers are believed to absorb negativity, so act as a protective shield against evil powers. They are also thought to promote fertility, growth and new beginnings.
My wood is classed as a soft, hardwood. It's durable, pliable, doesn't warp easily and has a light creamy colour and an interesting grain. It's used for wood carving, wood turning, making certain musical instruments, fruit bowls, chopping boards and veneer inlays for furniture.
If it's a hot day people sometimes break off one of my leaves, which are shaped like the five fingers on their hand, and use them like a fan to cool down I suppose. I once a heard group of people singing a song about me as they walked past. It went like this:
'Underneath the spreading chestnut tree, There we sit both you and me, Oh how happy we can be, 'Neath the spreading chestnut tree.' researched by Peter Bourne