Stories about our Bachman family.
Standing at the edge of the field, the rows of corn towered over me, leafy green with a brilliant blue sky in the background. Cirrius clouds rode high in that sky. The wind passing over the field rustled the upper leaves on the corn stalks. Large ears of corn grew out of the lower stalks,…
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Sledding! That was a major winter occupation of kids when I was growing up in Jefferson Center. We lived on a big hill and the road in front of the house was paved – not dirt like the one by the Kradel home – but even so, it didn’t have much traffic. Great Belt Road…
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The week between Christmas and the New Year was a time for visiting when I was a child. I’m not sure how the planning was done, or if there was planning, but we went to visit friends and relatives and they came to visit us. During the day we went to see their trees and…
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For our family, Christmas Eve always started with the rush to get ready for church. Daddy got home a bit early that day. On this day he usually had a gift from Freehling Lumber Company with him. The Freehlings held an annual open house for the men who bought building materials from them. I remember…
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We lived on a farm of about fifty acres when I was growing up. The farm was in Jefferson Center in western Pennsylvania and situated so that no other house could be seen from our house, even though the farm where our grandparents lived – and later aunts and uncles – as well as a…
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A few months ago, one of my aunts on my father’s side re-piqued my interest in working on our family tree. There are quite a few brick walls in our tree, walls that both of us were curious about knocking down. Both of us wanted to go back further on one specific branch of the…
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