The Farm Barn and Its Environs: Strength and Gentleness
I have been told that the barn that we had when I was growing up was the largest in that area of Montour County, Pennsylvania. I cannot attest to this fact, but the L-shaped...
I have been told that the barn that we had when I was growing up was the largest in that area of Montour County, Pennsylvania. I cannot attest to this fact, but the L-shaped...
Our Hagenbuch genealogy remains a work in progress. Look back at this site’s earliest articles and you will likely find an inconsistent detail or unfinished story. When my father, Mark, and I first began...
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply – Zane Grey On December 21st of this year, Linda and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. Because of my precarious health...
Recently, Linda and I attended a birthday party for our four-year-old grandson, William. Not long after this, we were treated to a birthday meal for my nephew, Tom Huffman, who was born on November...
Back in 1983, I was 30 years old and my father was 66 years “young” as they say. We were both fit and able to walk and walk past rows and rows of gravestones...
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...
In Part 1 of this series, details about the different types of ephemera found in the scrapbook of Homer Hagenbuch (b. 1916) were discussed. His mother, Hannah, and his sister, Ellen, were instrumental in...
Sometime before 2005 my father, Homer Hagenbuch’s (b. 1916), sister, Ellen Hagenbuch (b. 1926), presented him with a scrapbook filled with a few photos, lots of newspaper clippings, and several old postcards that their...
In March of 2015, I wrote an article tracing my journey of becoming a genealogist through my unique family experiences. Since then, Andrew and I have written hundreds of articles about not only our...
During our 2024 family Thanksgiving festivities in my Colonial Room, I noticed that the grandchildren were playing some old-timey games from my game cupboard. My son-in-law, Nelson, was playing pick-up sticks with his daughter,...