Back to My Roots with Photos
When I began dating Linda back in 1972, I became interested in photography. My mother, Irene, had already been taking a lot of photos for years and many of these were on slides. We...
When I began dating Linda back in 1972, I became interested in photography. My mother, Irene, had already been taking a lot of photos for years and many of these were on slides. We...
The story of our family includes more than just Hagenbuchs. When a couple marries, a new family is connected to ours. Close friends, baptism sponsors, and business partners form other types of alliances too....
In February of 2016, I wrote an article on the Peter Lewis Hagenbuch family. Peter was born in 1858 in Northampton County, Pennsylvania. He died in 1912 and is buried at St. John’s Lutheran...
Take a quick look at the family tree of Andreas Hagenbuch (b. 1715), and you will see many John Hagenbuchs. My father, Mark, and I have been diligently working to untangle them and their...
Harold F. Sechler (b. 1923, d. 2018), my first cousin twice removed, saved recipes. He cut them from newspapers, wrote them on scraps of paper, and held onto promotional recipe booklets. His collection of...
As I mentioned in the July 11, 2023 article on visiting cemeteries, an article has never been written about Isaiah Bomboy Hagenbuch who was born in 1836 and died in 1912. However, Isaiah has...
Be prepared, readers, to enter a world of memories and recollections that I possess about the village of Washingtonville. This town helped to form my childhood identity, and my friend and author, John Marr,...
What’s in a Bible? I mean this literally. If you open up a Bible, what might you find inside? In June my father, Mark, and I were going through several boxes of family ephemera....
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...
It’s been awhile since my father and I have visited the Hagenbuch Homestead in Albany Township, Berks County, Pennsylvania. The last time we were there was on a cold, winter’s day in January of...