Stories My Father Told Me
As stated in previous articles, family history is more than names and dates. Most interesting can be the family stories that have been passed on from one generation to another. Oral traditions are often...
As stated in previous articles, family history is more than names and dates. Most interesting can be the family stories that have been passed on from one generation to another. Oral traditions are often...
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...
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...
A few weeks ago, I traveled from California to Pennsylvania to visit with family. One of the highlights of the trip was a day spent with my father and website co-author, Mark O. Hagenbuch....
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...
“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...
The Hagenbuch family in Pennsylvania has a reputation for making homemade ice cream. For several generations, it’s been a part of our family visits and gatherings. Out of all the possible flavors, one is...
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...