Turning toward Home
Growing up, “home” was a humble abode along Rural Delivery route #2, (Box 496 to be exact), on a hill in western Pennsylvania. Along that hill lived generations of my family – grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. “Home” meant not only being surrounded by a glut of kin, but also by a combination of northern seasonal changes, the joy of woodland trails, and the ambiance of enclaves like Grandma’s house just down our driveway.
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