Archive for February, 2024

Genealogy

The geni bug bite me in the eighth grade at John C. Myers Intermediate School and I still haven’t gotten over it! I had Mr. (James) Rush for history class and one of our assignments was to fill out a family tree chart. I loved it and took the project very seriously. I was amazed at how many generations I was able to track and it was fun discovering others who had some of the same ancestors. The following year I transferred to Eastern Mennonite High School and low and behold there was Mr. Rush. I couldn’t believe my good luck and had him several more times for history and government classes. I loved him and his style of teaching. He was probably my all time favorite high school teacher. He made learning fun and each time we again worked on our family trees.

Years later I was married and had four children; two were born with a genetic disease and died at five months and eight months of age. My grieving process led me to my family tree again and I ended up writing a book on my dad’s side (Heatwole) of the family. I find family stories fascinating. I will never be able to get the stories of all my ancestors but I have discovered some really insteresting ones.

The furthest back I have traced my family lineage is 13 generations through ancestor Peter Bronnimann who had a son Melchior Bronneman Sr. of Bovaria, who had a son (Melchior Bronneman the exile), who had a son (Melchior Brenneman the pioneer), who had a son (Melchior Brenneman Jr.) They show up on my family line six times and on Gene’s once. Through Melchior Brenneman the pioneer’s wife Elizabeth Jane Stehman I can go 17 generations.

There is another ancestor, a worthy clergyman, Pfarrer Georg Hutwohl, of Morschbach, Germany that I can trace back 14 generations. He was born in 1545. His great-great-great grandson immigrated to American in 1748. His story is another blog post… A Family Story: Death on the High Seas (Johann Mathias Hutwohl). The story of Mathias’ son David is A Family Story: Triumph Over Tragedy. and David’s son Gabriel, who was my great-great-great-great grandfather, was a prosper farmer and herb doctor in the Shenandoah Valley during the Civil War. A Family Story: Doc Gabe, the Herb Doctor.

This may sound absolutely absurb to some of you but I love reading the Biblical genealogies. It is amazing the little tidbits you can learn. The early family lines in Genesis included how old they were when they had their first son and how long they lived. Methuselah was the oldest when he died at 969 years of age (Genesis 5:27). When you read down through the begats… so and so begat so and so who begat so and so…. suddenly there is a name with something about them. Nimrod was a mighty hunter, Eber had two sons and one was named Peleg for in his day the earth was divided. (Genesis 10). Two of the sons of Ephraim were killed because they were cattle rustlers. You find out who were craftsman, linen workers and potters. Jubal was the father of all who played the harp and flute and Jabal was the father of those who dwelled in tents and owned livestock. Tubal-Cain was an instructor of every craftsman in bronze and iron. (Genesis 4). Goliath’s third son had six fingers on his hands and six toes on his feet. (I Samuel 21:20-21). King Og of Bashan was the last survivor of the giant Rephaites. His bed was made of iron and was more than thirteen feet long and six feet wide. (Deuteronomy 3:11). Fascinating stuff!…I could go on and on!

About two years ago my brother (Rich) and his wife (Marj) traveled out west and stopped as tourists at the Morman Temple in Salt Lake City. While there they visited their genealogy department where they have family records on probably everyone in the United States. They purchased a 2′ x 3′ poster of each of their family trees. The chart is so cool and well done I had to have one also. It put me on a search to order one for Gene and I. I started with the Morman website and couldn’t find anything. I called them but they said they don’t print charts like I was talking about but referred me to someone else who referred me to another who referred me to a lady who I had a more indepth conversation with and she gave me the lead I needed to find the right place. It was a real rabbit trail but I finally landed on the http://www.treeseek.com website.

Printing your family lineage is not hard, they already have all the work done for you, but it is a little process. The best part was the price. The cost per chart ended up being about $45 dollars. I wrote down the instructions to the process so I would not forget in case I wanted to do it again. I am sharing it with you so that you can print your family tree if it pushes your button.

Genealogy Print Chart

  1. First go to FamilySearch.org and set up an account. Put in your name and your parent’s name so that it is correct. Be sure to put your children’s names also.  (Note: I set up two accounts using my email for me and Gene’s email for him. Couldn’t figure out how to do both under my name.
  2. Go to Treeseek.com. This is the company that will print the chart from Family Search.
  3. I used the second chart option (9 generation in color-It shows Butt’s Family). If you choose 11 generation the only print option is 36”x72” and I do not have wall space for that large of a chart.  Click on the “Click Here Now” button under “Wow Have You Heard”? This will automatically take you to Family Search website. You may have to sign in there (I forget!).
  4. There are a number of steps here: First choose options. I chose list siblings. That put the sibs name in the center circle, not just mine. The descendants (grandchildren) do not work with 9-generation but I really like that option! Second choose print style: I chose Times Roman. Next choose size: I chose 24”x36”. Paper: I chose Prem #36 Bond and Finish: None. The last step I chose Print & Digital. They will send me the printed copy and I also will have a digital file. Go to shopping cart.  Be sure to click on the preview so that you know you have what you want.  Then check out. Click on pdf file and you can save it to your computer. I couldn’t figure out how to print it small. If you need help the contact number is for the guy at Treesek is 801-540-1973. He was really helpful and nice to talk to and answered all my questions.

I still have a few of my books left. If you would like a signed copy of my book “The Story of Melvin Jasper Heatwole and Mollie Grace Coffman” written in 1983, email me at pathertzler@gmail.com. They are $15 each plus shipping.

Psalms 145:4 says, “One generation shall praise Your works to another, and shall declare Your mighy acts.” It is a challenge to pass on our stories of what God has done.

Moses basically told the children of Israel to get the geni bug, “Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations. Ask your father and elders and they will tell you….the stories of what God has done.” Deuteronomy 32:7

Forever Friends

When you have had friends for years and years and years, you can be be pretty sure they are forever friends! 

Dan and Linda Althouse

Dan and Linda Althouse came into our lives when they moved to Powhatan in the mid-seventies. Dan was a sales rep for New Holland Supply Company (who happened to be our animal health distruibutor) located in Pennsylvania and he was transferred to a southern market, landing him squarely in the middle of Virginia, rural Powhatan County making him our sales rep.

They attended our church so our social, business and spiritual lives were tightly intertwined. It was almost an instant friendship. Their third child was born about six months before our son and our children were were good friends and playmates. At first they lived in a rental house in the village of Powhatan and then moved into our rental house at the edge of the farm. These were special times having our friends so close. Several years later they built a house on Palmore Rd.

We have many good memories and I will have to share a few memorial highlights of our times together…..

The Althouses and us enjoyed playing Rook together. Linda was not a very confident player or aggressive bidder especially with the wild craziness of Dan and Gene. One time she went to the kitchen for snacks and the guys quickly dealt the cards and stacked her deck. She got a whole hand of all the top cards of each color plus the rook. When she picked up her hand she became visibly shaken. She went on a little nervous rant…. “I can’t believe my hand. I have never had one like this before.” Her hands started to shake and the little blue vein in the middle of her forehead started to pop! The men encouraged her to bid and they quickly stopped bidding so that she had to take the bid. We laughed and laughed. It was an evening to remember!

One day when their son Steve was around three or four, he decided to come to our house to play. He got on his tricycle and without asking or saying goodbye to his mom, pedaled down the road and was halfway in our lane when Linda missed him and discovered where he was heading.

I employed their oldest, Krista, for her very first babysitting job. We were gone for several hours and she had fixed Keith and Jill supper. She cleaned up the kitchen and decided to run the dishwaster. She asked Keith where my dishwaster detergent was and he pointed to the detergent sitting on the counter. She filled the soap dispenser in the dishwasher with a big dose of Dawn. Big mistake! We came home to a big mess with all three kids frantically trying to clean it up before we got home. The dishwasher had became a large soap suds-making machine spilling water and suds out on the kitchen floor. They used all the clean towels moping up the floor and they were in a pile in the bathtub. The problem was after they had cleaned up the mess they would restart the dishwasher. More mess. More suds. More water. They didn’t know how to correct their mistake. Apparently this went on for an extended period of time. This was one babysitting experience she or I never forgot!

When the boys were adolescences, Steve and Tim were here at the farm spending the day with Keith. They were playing in the woods behind the barn (where our store is) when they decided to build a cabin. They had the cabin about half built before we realized what they were doing. They had cut down saplings and were using log cabin design construction complete with mud dabbed between the logs. Their creative play was really cool and they had such a good time “working” together. A day or so later our older neighbor came to visit. His property line came right up within feet of the edge of our barn. The cabin was about 10 feet into his property and it was his saplings the boys had cut. I don’t know what little bird squawked to him about the boys activity because he lived on the front edge of his property a quarter of a mile away and we never, in all the years we were there, saw him walk back there to check on things. He even had to go through a swampy area to get there. The fence was long gone and it was an unused edge of woods that was not visible to anyone. It actually did not even dawn on us at the time that it was on his property. But, you have to have a happy neighbor. The boys had to learn a valuable life lesson about respecting your neighbor’s property and tear down the cabin. Sorry to say that was the end of their cabin building adventures.

Left to right: Tim Althouse, Steve Althouse and Keith Hertzler

Dan and Gene were both fast-pitch softball pitchers for our church in the county church league. They both could throw a mean fast ball and enjoyed the comradery and competitive competition. They still talk about those days.

We still enjoy keeping up with and visiting with Dan and Linda. For the past number of years, they have become “snow-birds” migrating south to Florida the first weekend in February for a month. Our place is their first resting stop on their trip south. Through the years, Gene and Dan have enjoyed bantering back and forth about their rivaling sports teams. Dan is a loyal Philly, Pittsburg Steelers and Philadelphia Eagles while Gene is a diehart New York Yankee and Dallas Cowboy fan. Gene usually manages to serve Dan coffee in one of his Yankee or Cowboy mugs when they are here. Linda and I are puzzle buddies and each year we enjoy fellowship over puzzle pieces!

“Hot Rod Cafe”-1000 piece by Springbok

Dan and Linda, we treasure your friendship and it is with great pleasure we call you old-time forever friends!