I never met my Uncle Vern. He died before I was born. Apparently though, Uncle Vern had a vendetta against these skinny, bendy, indestructible trees that are sprinkled throughout the yard and wood line (apparently they're some kind of sycamore). Anyway... apparently he would pull them up, roots and all, only to find them popping up again later that summer or the next year... which resulted in the exclamation of "Jesus Christ there is another one!"
They are now officially, and forever, known to my family, as "Jesus Christ Trees".