Growing Up in That Parsonage: A Look at Herman Hoeksema with His Family

This is an intensely personal story. A glimpse behind the walls of the parsonage at 1139 Franklin Street where I grew up, walls which were already made of glass, as any preacher's kid could testify, does not necessarily constitute Standard Bearer material. It was not our family, however, but my father in his relationship to it, no doubt, that sparked the interest in this article and gave rise to the request for it. He was not an ordinary man, although to us he was and to himself, too. When...