In 1968 a small pine tree growing at our house in Huntington, NY had a severely broken branch. My sister mended it with popsicle sticks. Two years later, the tree was dug up and taken to my parents new home in Connecticut. At that time, my sister named the tree "Jose."Many years later it had outgrown its new home and had to be chopped down. Underneath we found three healthy saplings. Two were moved away from the corner of the house and the third was moved to our home on Long Island. When it was about three feet tall, we moved to upstate NY and took "Jose Junior" with us. It is now 7 feet tall and has become our outdoor Christmas tree. It seems to love its new home and we love it.
—Wendy Duvall
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