Reapin’, Bindin’, and Thrashin’ with Myron and Harold
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...
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Seven Cemeteries in One Day, Part 2
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...
Seven Cemeteries in One Day, Part 1
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...
Happy 70th Birthday, Dad!
If you have followed Hagenbuch.org for any period of time, you will know that we typically post articles on Tuesdays. Today, however, is Monday, June 19th—so what is going on? Well, as the article...
Genealogical Obsession: Nature or Nurture?
In March of 2015, I wrote an article tracing my journey of becoming a genealogist through my unique family experiences. Since then, Andrew and I have written hundreds of articles about not only our...
A Look to the Future with a Nod to the Past
My father, Mark, and I spend a lot of time thinking about our Hagenbuch family, including its present, living members and the generations of ancestors from the past. That’s genealogy after all, and last...
Regina Hagenbuch’s Christmas Sweaters
There is a story in our family that goes something like this: One Christmas when I was two years old, my parents wanted me to wear a sweater outfit that I had received as...
Distinguishing Features
“Ahh, she looks just like Uncle Joe!” “No, she doesn’t. But she has her mother’s nose.” “Well, I think she looks just her Daddy’s picture when he was born. Look at those eyes and...
The Seven Year Itch
Not only is it good to know where we came from, but it is also good to know where we are going. I often think about those few days, seven years ago, when Andrew...
Do What You Do (I Don’t Know What You Do)
When I was eleven years old, my parents purchased a video camera. Soon my sisters, cousins, friends, and I were making home movies. The films, with titles like The Detention Girl, had loose plot...
