Boys in Dresses? The Breeching Process
Two years ago I switched on the television to watch the Revolutionary War series Turn. In the opening scene I watched as a boy about the age of two was shown in a cabbage...
Two years ago I switched on the television to watch the Revolutionary War series Turn. In the opening scene I watched as a boy about the age of two was shown in a cabbage...
Several previous articles were dedicated in part or in total to Percy Hagenbuch who was born in 1880 and died in 1967. My great Uncle Perce (older brother to my grandfather, Clarence b. 1889)...
As this website deals with facts (although sometimes an unprovable family story is included), the adage “write what you know” attributed to Mark Twain is the usual standard. In that vein, I asked my...
As a boy, I didn’t realize how much of an impact growing up on a farm would have on me. Because I moved from the farm when I was 13, I mostly only remember...
Clarence Hagenbuch was the son of Hiram Hagenbuch (b. 1847) and Mary Ann “Lindner” Hagenbuch (b. 1853); he was a great, great, great grandson of Andreas Hagenbuch. His line is: Andreas (b. 1711), Michael...
Genealogists deal with more than names, places, and dates. They must also attempt to separate fact from fiction when it comes to the ever told family stories. I am always careful who I tell...
“A picture is worth a thousand words” is an oft-heard phrase first coined in 1911 by newspaper editor Arthur Brisbane. In the article Butchering Day Memories From the Farm – Part 1, I mentioned...
Most of my immediate family have heard the story of how I became interested in Hagenbuch genealogy and subsequently collected thousands of names, dates, and artifacts. One certainly has to be interested in history...
This article is a continuation of last week’s Butchering Day Memories from the Farm. In it, we got started with the pig butchering process: killing the hog, sticking it to bleed it out, scalding...
Last Tuesday was Fastnacht Day here in our part of Pennsylvania. In our Montour County household we called it Doughnut Day. It wasn’t until I moved to York County thirty years ago that I...