I arrived in Whispering Pines around
late November of what was to be a very
cold winter. Not being able to get my
car started, I decided to venture down
the road for help. In a small clearing a soft glow of lights through the trees
caught my attention. Debating whether to take a chance cutting through the woods
in waist high snow, I knew I had to
rather than freezing to death. Little
did I know then that it was the home of
Mr and Mrs Lene, who would turn out
to be my guides, to what was to become
the greatest joy of my life.
The Lene's as it turns out where the
oldiest residents of the village. They
were the kindiest couple you would ever
want to meet. They took me in, giving me
a warm meal and dry clothes. There was
so much warmth in this home that it
became mine for almost a year.
The next morning Mr Lene hooked up his
team of horses and pulled my car into
the yard, where it sat untill spring.
After almost a month with the Lene's, my next encounter with the villager's came
around Christmas time.
The Lene's and I had received an invitation to the home of the Dar's. They were a middle age couple with 5 children. You can see a few in the hard to get photo I talked about early. Their home, like that of the Lene's was friendly and heartwarming. I assure you these people had a way about them that made you feel right at home.
If there ever was a traditonal
christmas, Whispering Pines is a grand
example of it. There were no fancy gifts
and lots of packages under the tree.
Instead christmas was a get together,
hand-made gifts for the children, and
food. But most of all lots of love.
The holidays flew by but the winter was
something else. It was cold and the
Lene's and I most of the time just shared
stories. The blizzards outside were no match
for the warmth and memories shared inside.
Before I knew it spring was here, which
brought about the wonders an adventure
that one could only dream about.
The winter had come to past, spring was
about to be born. I for one couldn't
wait to begin my exploration of this
village that was talked about during the winter.
I guess what I'am trying to say
now begins the tour of a place in dream land.
I had by now told the Lene's I would
love to see all that the village had to
offer. At this point I was hooked and
didn't really care about my car sitting
in the yard.
The first place the Lene"s took me to
was what they called "Old Man Jud's
Place". It was a simple hidden place
along a small waterfalls. Old man Jud
stayed mostly to himself. His cabin was
what you would expect to see in the old
days. He had no running water. "Who
needs water in the house when there's a
stream right out side "he said. However
he did have a water wheel at the falls
that provided electricity. He reminded
me so much of my grandfather. A kindly
old gentleman who also made you feel
right at home. He invited us to stay
for supper and we did. When supper was over
he took us to meet his brother's place,
who lived just down the path from him.
There was still quite a nip in the air
and I had forgotten my jacket. So the
site of a glowing fire was truly
We were introduced to Jud's brother
Lon. He was alittle younger than the old
man but just as witty. We sat through
the evening listening to what I thought
were the most fasinating stories. Of
course the Lene's had heard them before,
but enjoyed watching me and my
reactions. The brothers had me glued to
my chair. I can't tell you when this
reporter has ever had such an enjoyable
evening. Actually I could have sat up
all night listening. And believe me
these boys had some tall ones. Well it
was getting late so we said our goodbyes
and left for the Lene's place. That
night when I retired for the night. All
I could think about was what the Lene's
had in store for me next.
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