Seven Cemeteries in One Day, Part 2
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...
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...
There is little more fulfilling to genealogical work than gazing at 100 plus year old photos of lovely children: their clothing, their innocent expressions, and knowing how they are related to us. Realizing two...
In the summer of 1980, wife Linda, my nephew Tommy Huffman, and my niece Melanie Huffman traveled south from Pennsylvania to visit with my brother David Hagenbuch and his family in Georgia before we...