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...
Tagged: Mark O. Hagenbuch
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...
Recent Ruminations
When Andrew and I started this site more than four years ago, I wondered if we would have enough information to write an article each week. Little did I realize that as more and...
Mark, Mark, and Mark
Most of us find it curious when we run across someone who has the same name that we have, especially if our last name is Hagenbuch and our first name isn’t commonly used. I...
Scraps of Paper: Recipe for Bean Chow-Chow
Over the years, this site has featured a number of articles detailing family artifacts and letters. Of particular interest to me are the scraps of paper containing the thoughts and scribbles of our ancestors....
Percy Hagenbuch and Family
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)...
Life on a Hagenbuch Farm, Part 2: Sibling Memories
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...
Town of Hagenbuch, Switzerland
Before Andreas Hagenbuch and his family immigrated to America in 1737, they lived in either Grossgartach or Lomersheim in what is now southern Germany. While Andreas was a native German, his ancestors were not....
Life on a Hagenbuch Farm, Part 1
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...
