Hagenbuch family history & genealogy
Matchbooks, printed with advertisements, were once a popular way to promote businesses. In a time before cheap, pocket lighters, matches were the most convenient way to light a candle or start a fire. The...
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply – Zane Grey On December 21st of this year, Linda and I will celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary. Because of my precarious health...
A few weeks ago, my father, Mark, and I took a 300 mile day trip around central Pennsylvania. We had a full schedule of activities planned, including visits to historic sites, family churches, and...
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...
Be prepared, readers, to enter a world of memories and recollections that I possess about the village of Washingtonville. This town helped to form my childhood identity, and my friend and author, John Marr,...
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...
I possess this imagination that can take me back to past times and places and wonder what may have transpired. I am not a science fiction/futurist type of fellow. Since a child I have...
During our 2024 family Thanksgiving festivities in my Colonial Room, I noticed that the grandchildren were playing some old-timey games from my game cupboard. My son-in-law, Nelson, was playing pick-up sticks with his daughter,...
There is no doubt our readers realize that Andrew and I enjoy writing about our family’s history, along with all of its streets, back alleys, lanes, dirt roads, highways, and byways. In other words,...
To begin this last in the series on my Uncle Charles, I want to thank my first cousin, Leon Hagenbuch, for looking through the attic-found box and realizing it’s importance. I suppose to many...
