Remember, Remember, the Days of November
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...
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...
Four generations before me, my great great grandfather William Hagenbuch (b. 1807) had a first cousin named Michael (b. 1815) who changed his last name to “Hagenbaugh.” William and Michael had fathers who were...
I have taken some liberty with an oft-used phrase about birds in hands and bushes. If it caught your eye, then it did its job! We know that our last name is pronounced and...
Readers may wonder how Andrew and I select topics for our articles. In my case, I usually run across or search for something in our family history that is interesting: a curious situation, a...
I always knew her as Bernice Bogart. She was one of many of my father’s first cousins. Her father was Percy Hagenbuch, that great uncle of mine who first instilled in me a sense...
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...
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...
The other day Andrew reminded me that 30 years ago, the summer of 1993, our family had just returned home from our circular trip through the western portion of the United States. Between June...
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,...