Seven Cemeteries in One Day, Part 1
When I was young, my family didn’t go on outings to the circus or trips to Disneyland. We couldn’t afford them. Instead, we stayed in our small rural West Texas town, and my parents...
When I was young, my family didn’t go on outings to the circus or trips to Disneyland. We couldn’t afford them. Instead, we stayed in our small rural West Texas town, and my parents...
If you have followed Hagenbuch.org for any period of time, you will know that we typically post articles on Tuesdays. Today, however, is Monday, June 19th—so what is going on? Well, as the article...
Andrew and I often deal with mysteries. Facts—such as the names, dates and places we often reference—are solid material. But, it’s the personal details of one’s life, often the unknown, that make my creative...
A few months ago, my aunt, Barbara “Barb” (Hagenbuch) Huffman, sent me a photograph that had been taken by my grandmother, Irene “Nana” (Faus) Hagenbuch (b. 1920). The image depicts my grandfather, Homer “Pop”...
A few weeks ago, Andrew reported on the Hagenbuch boy who caught a pheasant while fishing. This got me thinking about Karl “Corkie” Hagenbuch (b. 1905) and his family line. It also resurrected memories...
What were you doing the summer of 2020? Personally, I hadn’t thought much about it. Then, a week ago I started browsing through some images in my digital archive. Many of these are photos...
It is a known fact within my immediate family that my sister, Barbara (Hagenbuch) Huffman, is an avid birder. She began educating me 50 years ago when she would take Linda and me to...
The following was reported 101 years ago in the “Short and Quick” section of The Evening News from Harrisburg, Pennsylvania: “Corkie” Hagenbuch, of Jamison City, near Bloomsburg, while fishing yesterday in West Creek, caught...
In the previous article about the military service of Andreas’ family, readers were reminded that “big doings” are happening over the next eight years in relation to our country’s founding—our 250th anniversary! I remember...
At the end of a long day of traveling, a young man searched for a spot to camp among an outcropping of boulders. Night was falling on this, the last day of winter, 1899....