My brother has never called me Natalie, he's got it down to the faster 2 syllable Nad-lee.
We went form Mom and Dad's house to the Wolf Den. He had shot a turkey earlier in the day, and as he was plucking it he thought I should make a loaf of bread. He declared we were pioneers as all of this was happening. Then we retired to the living room and waited for the bread to bake. I got out the spinning wheel and he wrote a letter while we listened to the radio. Not because we are pioneers, but because we are us.