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Shannon Sherrod lives in a new brick house on a red dirt road in deep East
Texas, but his backyard garden of antique roses feels more than a century old.
Chickens cackle and scratch in a pen. Three dogs of hound heritage--their coats
stained with red clay--loll among the flowers.
The garden, fragrant with scents of the past, needs a little work. Shannon
shrugs. "You can have a perfect flower garden, or you can have dogs. You can't
have both," he says.
It's also hard for a traveling man to weed and prune, but the highways
actually add to his garden's beauty. As he drives through East Texas as a
representative of an environmental testing service, Shannon often brings home
vintage roses that he finds beside roads, in rural cemeteries, and in backyards
where he asks for cuttings. "I'm in sewer plants a lot," he comments. "It's nice
to come home and smell roses."
Shannon is a member of the Texas Rose Rustlers, a group of nearly 250 who
actually steal nothing but rescue from oblivion 19th- and early-20th-century
varieties of roses and fragrances. As Shannon drives through Chireno, his
antique rose of a hometown, we're on our way to go rustling.
Other rustlers prowl elsewhere in Texas. They gather quarterly to share
information and research three types of roses: antique (roses predating 1867),
old (roses of the late 19th and early 20th centuries), and found roses (Jane Doe
floral orphans of forgotten names).
For the roses to survive another generation of gardeners, capitalism is
proving to be the best fertilizer. The Antique Rose Emporium in Independence
propagates and sells these plants, many of which rustlers gathered as single
cuttings (always with permission first).
"It's like taking a sliver of an old armoire and growing a new one," Shannon
says of a cutting as we walk through the cemetery at Attoyac Missionary Baptist
Church. We pause at the graves of Belton and Gennie Thompson where 'Attoyac
Cemetery Gallica' blooms. Shannon found it, named it, and now shares its
cuttings with others.