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...
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...
This article documents a trip that occurred on May 31, 2015, when I was still living in California. During visits to Pennsylvania, my father, Mark, and I would explore sites connected to our Hagenbuch...