Personal Narrative: White Pines

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"So this is White Pines," my nephew grinned, his dark brown eyes darted here and there as he took in the scene before him.

"This is it," I answered, wishing I could crawl inside his head and see his first impressions of our simple mountain home.

Deep inside I believed curiosity had been the impetus behind my nephew's visit. Had we lived a "normal" life, I'm not so sure he would have ever made the trip, especially by himself.

We felt honored that my nephew had come all the way across the country for a visit and intended on giving him exactly what he'd requested: an authentic, "White Pines" experience, crazy or not. Although DC is only hours away, he had no desire to see the sights or spend his time on outside entertainment. While visiting us he intended on living our lives and being one of us.
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My brother had a secure, high-paying job. His family lived in a beautiful home that throughout the years got remodeled several times. They had nice, matching furniture, wore the latest clothing styles, and when it came to food, money had never been a problem. In other words they led a traditional life.

In our home, every penny counted and material items rarely entered our minds. We had the mountains as our play land, a cozy cabin, full bellies, our passions, work, and each other. While two of my children had left home and had families of their own, we felt blessed that two of our adult sons still shared a home with

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