A Corn Cutting Conundrum: Examining an Unlabeled Photo
A few weeks ago a opened a briefcase I had found in the Hagenbuch Archives. Inside, it was full of papers, photographs, and other ephemera. One of those items was a picture of Boyd...
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Norman E. Hagenbuch’s Eyebrow-Raising Matchbooks
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...
Looking Back at Homer and Irene’s 60th Wedding Anniversary
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...
Cemeteries, Sightseeing, Churches, and Family
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...
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...
Book Review: “Washingtonville: Taking a Step Back in Time”
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,...
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...
Let’s Party Like It’s January 1, 1897!
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...
Can You Document That?
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,...
Grandma Hagenbuch, Scrivener
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,...
