The safe zone. The fellowship house. The prayer chamber. And even better, if you were 8 weeks old or one hundred and eight, you qualified to "live" here and be loved lavishly. On a very limited budget (they had no money), my grandparents Fred & Hilda Link fed the world, it seemed. Not only did they indulge us with those crazy little frozen Geno's pizzas, Tasty Kakes and Wise Potato Chips, they also fed us unconditional love and acceptance. Anyone who knew them also knew they would be forever adopted into the family Link - forever. If you were one of their "kids", feel free to post your thoughts here! Thanks to my brother Dave for finding this picture of 292 Garfield Street, Carneys Point, NJ. This was the house that "built" me!
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Love this...I was just at my home in Iowa and was thinking about this same thing! Very nice to remember those who helped shape us into who we are today!--Rachel
I am so happy to have spent so many years at this house with Gangy and Pop Pop. They loved us all and made sure we always had fun. The pizza, trains, loving home we will never forget ever. No one can ever take their place ever in a million years.
Thanks Rachel and Cheryl. May we never forget the "shaping" and the fun...
That just has the look of a house love and hugs!
Definitely a house of hugs... Love that!
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