Stories Left Untold
In 2014, my father, Mark, and I founded this site to share the stories and genealogy of our Hagenbuch family. It’s been almost five months since Dad died, and you may have noticed that...
In 2014, my father, Mark, and I founded this site to share the stories and genealogy of our Hagenbuch family. It’s been almost five months since Dad died, and you may have noticed that...
Raising children isn’t easy—especially during an economic downturn. In the 1930s, the Great Depression put renewed focus on America’s children and how they were being taught. In 1933, Congress tasked the Works Progress Administration...
I keep an eye on family obituaries as they are published, so if you have any to share, please send them along. At a minimum, an obituary tells us who a person was and...
It seems there are a lot of words being written about this year’s Hagenbuch reunion to be held on June 15, 2024 at Hidlay Church. And why not? The location is at a different...
It’s sometimes difficult for me to remember how I got started on some of my genealogical work from decades ago. I know that I did very little work on other branches of the family...
On February 10, 2015, I wrote an article about my great great grandfather’s brother and his family. Samuel Hagenbuch was born in 1806 and lived on what became a six generation family farm in...
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...
In his 1886 family history, Descendants of Andrew Hagenbuch, Enoch Hagenbuch (b. 1814) wrote the following: [Jacob Hagenbuch] married Magdalena Wolf, a sister of his brother Henry’s wife. Jacob’s wife was born April 29,...
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...