Memories of 922

It is a splendid September Saturday morning on 922,
As I remember growing up as a child and everything was new...
I give honor to my parents who took care of us with love:
They brought us to church and made it a priority to serve God

I still remember that old brick house and our tree-lined street,
I remember shoveling snow, then hot chocolate--Oh-so-sweet--
I remember riding my bike so fast in the strong summer sun,
I remember running and laughing and playing just having fun!

Memories of 922 come back sometimes especially when I pray;
Sometimes I'll drive by that old house, and smile, and say:
"Thank You Jesus for watching over all of us and our family,
It's a miracle we all made it through those years as teens!"

I still remember that old brick house and our tree-lined street,
I remember shoveling snow, then hot chocolate--Oh-so-sweet--
I remember riding my bike so fast in the strong summer sun,
I remember running and laughing and playing just having fun!

     Thanks Mom and Dad for taking care of us in 922:
     We thank God for everything you did, and for each of you  

--tim pickl
9/22, 2007 A.D. 

notes:
...922 = the Pickl Family street address from 1960 to 1996...

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