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Growing up in a small town in Southern New Jersey


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Tuesday Nights at the Drexlers

Tuesday night at the Drexlers was hectic and then quiet. Hectic until my father left for Grace Bible Institute where he taught on Tuesday night, and quiet after he left.

We had to eat by 5:30 p.m. -- 1/2 hour earlier than normal -- on Tuesday night so daddy would be ready for his ride to the school. Then we had three hours of pretty much quiet, until 9:30 p.m. when daddy got back home.

I wonder why it was quieter when my father was out of the home rather than in the home. Was it because he was teasing us? We had to listen to classical music at the highest volume the radio allowed? People knew he was home and the phone never stopped ringing?

I don't know, but I do know that after he left it got quiet. That was probably because we were transfixed in front of the TV our minds becoming mush on some new program such as the Twilight Zone or something.

Bedtime for the boys was 8:30 p.m., so that may be at least one hour very quiet. When daddy got home from school, Deb and I headed upstairs to our bed. We giggled for a while after we were in bed, and at least once a night daddy or mommy would have to yell up to us to get quiet and get to sleep.

After we went to bed mom and dad would read for a while and then turn in around 11.

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