Archive for Hertzler Family

Alma Hertzler’s Funeral

For the Hertzlers who could not make it to Alma’s funeral on June 21 in Fair Play, South Carolina, I took a few pictures.

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She may have lost the fight with cancer, but she did not lose the battle.

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Alma… back in the day!

 I took a few pictures of Uncle Harry’s tribe.

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David and Ilva Hertzler

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Joe and Norma Hertzler

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John Paul (JP) and Alma Hertzler  -taken from a picture.

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Daniel Hertzler (I failed to get a picture of Ruth)

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Michael and Kay Hertzler

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Philip and Lois Danner

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Henry and Gwen Hertzler

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Cousin Bob and Marie Hertzler talking to Henry.

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The church was packed to overflowing and the accapella singing was heavenly. I recorded one song, “Shall We Gather At the River”.

It was so obvious that this sweet, gentle lady was so  loved by many and will be greatly missed. But because of the awesome, incredible love of Jesus Christ, we will be together again!

 

 

H. P and Anna Hertzler Reunion-2015

On Saturday, June 13, 2015, descendants of Henry Peter and Anna Hertzler gathered at Shady Oak in Harrisonburg for a family reunion.

Here are a few family facts:

  • They had 10 children; Arthur, Milford, Menno (died as a youth in a boating accident), Lois (Hostetter), Ruth (Shank), Harry, Oliver, Osie (Ziegler), Edith (Wenger), and Dora (Brunk).
  • There are 44 cousins with Bob Hertzler (81) the oldest.
  • The closest we could figure, there are now 634 living descendants including spouses with approximately 60 (10%) in attendance. They came from Arizona, Florida, Chicago, Delaware, Pennsylvania and points in between!
  • Harry (98) and Osie (96) are the only living children and they were both there!  We weren’t sure on either one until the last minute.

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This was a touching moment as siblings, Harry and Osie, greeted each other. It has been quite a few years since they have been together and it was the highlight of the reunion.

With a huge grin he took his hat off and got down on his knees in front of her.

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They were obviously both really happy.

They sat and held hands-it was so precious. It made you wonder what was going through their minds.

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Each family unit was represented and had their picture taken with Harry and Osie.

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Arthur and Edna Hertzler family

(Kim, Rachel, Caleb Snyder, Bobby Hertzler, Bob & Marie Hertzler)

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Milford and Ada Hertzler Family

(David Gerber, Harrison Elmore, Christina Harman, Keith Harman, Jan Gerber, Catherine (Presley) Elmore, Diann (Presley) Harman and Annalena Elmore)

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Lois and Virgil Hostetter Family

(L-R:  Nancy & Bob Hostetter, Margie Swartzentruber)

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Ruth and Byard Shank Family

L-R: David & Lois Shank, Daniel & Margaret Lehman, Brandon & Heather Byler, John & Patricia Martin, Ray & Merietta Shank)

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Harry & Edna Hertzler Family

(L-R with wives in front of men) Michael & Kay Hertzler, J.P. & Alma Hertzler, Joe & Norma Hertzler, David & Ilva Hertzler)

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Oliver and Anna Mae Hertzler Family

(Back row L-R: Jill & Obe Hostetter, Gene & Pat Hertzler

(2nd row:  Ryan & Karla Hostetter)

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Osie and Ralph Ziegler Family

(Audrey Ziegler)

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Edith and John Wenger Family

L-R: Sidney Wenger, Howard Wenger, Elba & Harold Wenger, Louise and Linford Sommers

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Dora and Dan Brunk Family

(Kenny Brunk and Dale & Kathy Stoltfus)

Other pictures

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Newlyweds, Harold & Elba Wenger, married April 10, 2015 and hailing all the way from Arizona.

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Linford Sommers and Ray Shank

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Alma, Norma and Ilva Hertzler

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David and Lois Shank

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Gene Hertzler and Keith Harman

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Osie and Bob Hertzler

 

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Marie Hertzler and son, Bobby Hertzler

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Howard and Sidney Wenger

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Obe and Ryan Hostetter

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J.P. Hertzler and Patricia Martin

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Marie Hertzler and Pat Hertzler (Photo by David Hertzler)

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Father and son; Harry and David Hertzler

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Playing games – Christina Harman and Analena Elmore

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Kim, Caleb and Rachel Snyder

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 Karl Shenk  and Ray Shank

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Judy Humphrey and Catherine Elmore

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Kenny Brunk

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David Gerber and Keith Harman

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Howard Wenger, Sidney Wenger and Michael Hertzler (Photo by David Hertzler)

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Harold Wenger introducing his new bride, Elba, to Osie. In the background Margie Swartzentruber and Audrey Ziegler.

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Sister-in-laws: Norma, Ilva, Alma and Kay Hertzler

IMG_8341This amazing man who is 98 years old is agile, stands tall and steady, and still walks with a spring in his step.

He is a man of God who, in his younger days, was a preacher and teacher.

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They were instrumental in helping to start the Mennonite Church in Richmond, Virginia and later pastored at Woodland Mennonite.

Osie wrote poetry and those attending the reunion were rewarded with a treasured book of her poems, “Homespun Verse: A Mother’s Medley”.

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Blessing on the meal by Uncle Harry. Thanks Catherine Presley for sharing this video.

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Note to family: If I have anyone mislabeled or labeled with a ? please let me know so I can make corrections.  There were a few I just didn’t know!  Thanks, Pat

pathertzler@gmail.com

 

Bringing Closure

Yesterday coming home from church Gene said, “Where are we going to ride today? Do you want to go to Denbigh?”  One year ago that meant, do you want to go see Daddy?  But times have changed and Daddy is no longer at 567 Colony Rd. Denbigh. He now has a much grander address on a street of gold in heaven.  This trip was on our bucket list for this spring but now going to Denbigh is just a trip down memory lane, a reflection on the has-beens of life.

We had a cd playing as we cruised along but just as we approached the Newport News exit we suddenly became aware of the song that was playing; “I Can Only Imagine” by Bart Millard.

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This song had become one of Daddy’s favorites in the last months of his life as he anticipated “going home”.  Somehow it seemed like a God-moment as we listened to the song and remembered Daddy.

In May 1897, D.Z. Yoder and Isaac Hertzler (Gene’s great grandpa from Long Green, Maryland)  purchased a 1200 acre cotton plantation for $10 an acre. They very quickly generated interest in numerous other Mennonite families who came to the Tidewater area, drawn by the lure of affordable farm land. The group became known as the “Colony”.  They tilled, planted and rejuvenated the worn out, overgrown land turning it into productive fruit orchards, dairy, poultry and produce farms.  This fascinating story is told in  the book “Fifty Years: Building on the Warwick”. During the next 100 years, the land was divided, subdivided, developed and sold until only 45 acres remained in the middle of the city where Mama and Daddy Hertzler lived. Daddy tenaciously withstood pressure to sell and held on to his beloved farm. But now that era and the “Colony” are officially gone. The streets; Colony Road, Hertzler Road and Miller Road surrounded the farm like a hedge of protection, keeping the city at bay.

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We circled the block around the farm twice and snapped a few pictures from the road. Someone else now lives in the house and owns land. It is no longer in the family.  The farm still looks the same but it is definitely missing Daddy’s magical touch.

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After circling the farm, we stopped at the Warwick River church cemetery, opened the wrought iron gate and quietly walked to the gravesite to pay our respects.  It almost seemed like hollowed ground. We know a cemetery is just a bone-yard but they are beloved bones and their resting place is the only spot on earth that is still a connection to them. Someday those old bones will come to life as they spring out of the grave and meet the Lord in the air (I Thessalonians 4: 16-17).  Daddy loved trees and his burial spot is underneath the boughs of an old tree, the only tree in the cemetery.

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We walked among the headstones and talked about the many familiar names; Issac and Fannie Hertzler (Gene’s great-grandparents), Henry P. and Anna Hertzler (grandparents), Menno Hertzler (an uncle who died in a boating accident on the river), Uncle Dan and Aunt Dora Brunk, and many other relatives and church acquaintances with the names of Yoder, Burkholder, Fisher, Moyer, Nice, Hahn, Shank, Hostetter, Ziegler, Schaefer, Brunk, Miller, Shenk, etc. Each headstone represents a life lived, some briefly, some many years. Each was a life with a story to tell and most had a huge impact in the Warwick River Mennonite Church community and beyond.

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I took the next three tombstones because they were a part of the many folks who migrated  west to Powhatan and have had significant influence in the church and community here.

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Finally we were ready to leave. With a few backward glances we got in our car and drove away.

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We decided to stop by a friend’s home on our way out of town. The hours ticked by as we talked about Mama and Daddy and some of the many challenges they faced, particularly in their last years. This friend understood and the time spent there was life-giving and healing.  We left feeling that, finally, we could have closure on that chapter of life.

A few final pictures:

Great-grandparents, Isaac and Fannie Hertzler, build a stately house with a white picket fence on the bank of the Warwick River just a stone’s throw from the farm. The lot was part of the farm at one time. The house and grounds have been very well maintained through the years. I had to take a picture of the old wagon sitting in the front driveway.

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Family Camping-2014

This was the first time our family did a little vacation together. We went camping at Paradise Lake Campgrounds in Appomattox, Virginia.

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Obe, Jill and family were the true campers and thanks to them we all had a good time sitting around the campfire and eating from the grill over the firepit.

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The rest of us were “sissyfied” or “comfyfied”-and proud of it!

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Keith and Alivia, Noah & Lauren had a cabin. It had a small refrigerator and microwave.

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Gene and I, along with Emily had the only cottage. (Only 4 people were allowed per site). It had a kitchenette with stove, refrigerator, microwave and sink. We also had our own bathroom with shower!!!

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We took the golf cart along and thoroughly enjoyed cruising the trails and grounds.

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Fished all morning, caught no fishes…fished all morning,  caught no fishes….the problem was Jesus didn’t stop by and tell them to cast on the other side of the pier!

(The ladies, except for Lauren, went antique and thrift store shopping in historic downtown Appomattox)

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We celebrated three birthdays, Ryan, Noah and Grandpa.

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The chain goes around and it makes a noise!  He played all afternoon with it, pretending to cut down trees.

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Noah also got his first legos which the children had fun putting together.

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Playing with legos

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Ryan wanted tools and he got a real cordless drill.

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Surprise!  Grandpa got cashews!!!

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Obe, Karla, Ryan and Lauren braved the COLD water.

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Lauren…I think I will, I think I will….

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Karla keeping her head above the water.  She finally after much encouragement took the plunge into the cold!

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Emily

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Grandpa-tuckered out!

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Lauren and Karla

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Lauren, Karla and Noah

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Jill and Ryan

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Obe-I wonder what he is thinking???

I looked around the campfire and liked our feet!

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Fire

November, 2004

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A voice on the phone said, “I just got a call from Denbigh and the homeplace is on fire.”   Suddenly time stands still, horrible images flood the mind, the heart skips two beats and then the mind says “it can’t be true.”

“What do you mean the house IS on fire?”  You suddenly realize it is NOW, right now, happening at this precise moment.  A special house of memories and treasures is burning 90 miles away and you cannot do a thing about it.  Is it a small fire on the kitchen stove or a fully engulfed, raging inferno?  Is everyone safe?  How long has it been burning?  What happened?  Ten minutes later we were on the road racing towards Denbigh.

As we traveled our minds were on one situation. We had few answers.  We were told the fire started around noon. It is now 3 o’clock and the fire is still burning.  The travel conversation became questions that neither of us could answer and reflections on the “what ifs”, and “has beens”.  The useless babblings were somehow soothing to the nerves and unsettling all at the same time.

The house is the Hertzler homeplace. The house was built by H.P. Hertzler  (Gene’s Grandpa) in the heart of what used to be a rural Mennonite colony.  In 1897 Isaac D. Hertzler and D.Z. Yoder bought a 1200-acre run-down plantation.  The land responded to the farmers and a colony of Mennonites farmed, prospered, multiplied and worshipped in a tight-knit community.  As the surrounding city grew, houses and shopping centers began encroaching on the farm community.  In time the colony began to disperse in search of other farming land.  Today there is an urban Mennonite community in the heart of the city.

About a mile from our destination we rolled down the windows and sniffed. A pungent burnt odor permeated the air.  We rolled up the windows and rode in silence.

As we turned on Colony Road we could see the flashing lights of the fire trucks.  Then the house came into view. People were everywhere.  The house was still standing.  It almost looked normal!

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The firemen did a wonderful job of saving the house. It was bad but it could have been so much worse.  It is repairable.  In the midst of the overwhelming devastation there was relief and hope.  It was sad what was lost and amazing what was saved unscathed.  Friends and neighbors were offering words of comfort and help.

Stuff. It is JUST stuff.  But no, it is so much more than meaningless possessions. Pictures, photo albums, family heirlooms, homemade keepsakes, comfy clothes, financial records, handmade quilts, china set, mismatched chairs, refinished furniture, books. That stuff is precious, priceless treasures!

A new chair may look better and fresh pictures may glow but the “sentimental value” can never be replaced. We know God will give strength when we are weary, His grace will be sufficient, and His peace will calm.  We have no claim of tomorrow even though a new day beckons.  We are pilgrims with roots and homes in a foreign land.  Sometimes we discover how fragile life is and yet how settled we have become.

Written: November 18, 2004

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Kitchen

That evening a friend and neighbor, John Henry Brenneman,

 pulled in his camper so that they had a place to call “home” for the next months.

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Five days later we went down and dad had already begun the work of cleanup and restoration.

Front Door

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Dad had an incredible overcoming spirit. He was 85 years old when the fire happened and he tackled the overwhelming job with determination. Friends rallied to help him but he did a lot of the work himself.  When the job was done, the house had been restored. It was amazing how much was salvaged even though every room in the house suffered some kind of damage. Almost all of the household items sold at the estate sale had survived the fire.

The fire started in the basement from a faulty electrical box and quickly spread to the main floor and then to the second. The third floor had smoke damage. The nic-nac rack I got at the sale survived and was on the wall in the living room where the fire was most intense. It was amazing the old timber-frame house was able to withstand the flames.  It was also amazing how some items could be so close to the “hot-spot” and come through unscathed. But everything-every piece of china, plateware, clothing, etc. had to be cleaned. Amazingly the photo albums also survived and they also were in the center of the fire.

This past weekend at the sale I remembered the fire and had to revisit pictures and my journal post from that day.

Related post: Estate Sale-Bringing Closure

Estate Sale-Bringing Closure

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“Mom, are you alright?  You seem so quiet and don’t have much to say.”

Oh!

I was alright and I didn’t realize I was so quiet but there were many emotions raging in the depths of my soul.  There was deep sadness for the passing of my in-laws who I called mama and daddy, the sense of loss for a generation gone, the unsettledness of watching their hard-earned, well-worn stuff auctioned to the highest bidder,  the joy of seeing people who loved them want a treasured memoir to remember them by,  the thankfulness of strangers and friends saying, “I want to tell you about….”, the satisfaction of being able to purchase the things I really wanted and the emptiness of an empty yard, barren house and stripped barns. When we pulled out of the lane with our loaded truck, I couldn’t look back.

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Bidding on one of the tractors.

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Keeping his number handy!

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 Mimi Leveille, dad and mom’s caregiver for about 2 years. She cared for them with tender love. Thank-you Mimi.IMG_6044

A friend, Wayne Steiner, who was the executor of the estate.  He did a great job. Thank-you Wayne.

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 Wally Schaefer talking to Keith.

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 Keith and Alivia Hertzler.

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 A sign in dad’s shop

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 The glass butter churn.

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Every nook and cranny in the barns and shop were filled with piles and piles of stuff.  Dad could not stand to throw things away. When he would see people leaving “good things” out on the road for the trash truck he would have to pick it up-he just might need it sometime and quite often he did have good use for it.  I remember one time I had put some old clothes in the shop here in Powhatan for Gene to use for rags.  Sometime later they showed up as pieced aprons!  Dad had seen them and taken them home to mama.

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 One of Gene’s toys as a youngster. I missed seeing it sold.

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 A stone dad had at the back door. We are so blessed to receive it.

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This little baby was born several days after daddy passed away.  They named him Oliver!  The Ackermans are related to the Hertzlers and were also friends of dad and mom-even boarding a horse at the stable.

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 Our granddaughter-Lauren Hertzler.

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 Our granddaughter, Emily Hertzler.

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 One of dad’s hobbies was carving wooden ducks.

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 Alivia

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Dad’s collection of arrowheads he found on the farm.

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Part of his collection of license plates he had posted in the shop from his vehicles.

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 Judy Humphrey

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 Loading up our purchases to come home.

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Keith Hertzler, grandson Of Oliver and Anna Mae, with his prized purchase.  He got one of the deals of the day.

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 The Farmall M. When the dairy farm was moved from Denbigh to Powhatan, this was one of the tractors that came up. Within a few years Gene purchased newer equipment and no longer wanted the old tractor. Dad took it back to Denbigh. Now, 40 years later we wanted it. It’s amazing how time changes things!

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 Strapping the wheel to the rim to load it on the trailer.

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Loaded and ready to head for home.

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Rain barrels from years gone by. They were used to collect water to water the horses.

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I liked the sign on the side of this trailer.  It reminded me that dad’s stuff is having a second chance of life and giving joy to lots of new owners.

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Jill Hostetter (granddaughter of Oliver & Anna Mae), with her load of treasures.  She was really pleased she got grandma’s china set.

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Gene with his second and last load of stuff!

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Don’t let looks deceive you!  There is the frame of an old milk wagon on there, a bush hog, scraper blade and numerous other things.

And now as I express these feelings on paper, tears well in my eyes.  The time has come for closure and moving on.  Good-bye mom and dad.  Maybe the farm and all your earthly possessions are gone but you will be remembered by your children, grandchildren and numerous friends and neighbors.  And we will treasure the things we have to remind us of you.

My stash of treasures

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Daddy carved the wooden ducks and they are signed on the bottom. Notice the unfinished one with the parts laying on the floor.  Can’t wait to get them cleaned up.

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The phone is a replica of an old phone but modernized. It hung in Mama’s office above her desk.

And the light fixtures…there is a story. Daddy had four and offered them to me.  At the time I didn’t want them. Years later I decided I did and asked him about them. He gave me two but wanted the other two to put on his house.  I had my two installed on my house and loved them and was hoping some day to be able to get the rest.  I always loved his nick-nac rack and have a special plan for it.

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These were silver napkin rings…these say Mr, Mrs, and Gene

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The bread box was made by Gene and given to them one year for Christmas. I wanted it back!  The glassware and kitchen utensils just came as a package deal.

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One of daddy’s tie clasp that says “Jesus Saves”, another napkin ring and a wood horse he made.

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One of his numerous Bibles (has a metal cover) and prayer book.

 

Related post: Fire-November 15, 2014

Dismanteling Ninety-Five Years

It has struck me this week as we grieve the passing of Gene’s ninety-five year old dad,  how we spend a life time building our own personal empires; collecting, saving, fixing, buying, preserving, working, and with one breathe, life stops and none of it matters any more.  With the stroke of a pen, an executer will disperse the hard-earned cash, a much-loved farm handed-down from previous generations is development opportunity and personal treasures become “bargains” to fill other people’s homes.

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Even though it has only been a few days since dad Hertzler passed away the process of disposing of his 95 plus years of collecting has begun. The things that consumed his day and made him tired don’t matter any more.  His tools lie unused, food in the fridge is thrown away, and his equipment is parked where he last used it. Family members will treasure family heirlooms that have special meaning, junk will be tossed and the little farm in the middle of the city will be no more.

I wonder who will read the books he treasured, stretch out in his lazy boy chair, drink from his chipped, mismatched coffee mugs, sleep on his wedding bed, or sit at the old well-worn desk.  I wonder who will appreciate the story behind the creaky rocking chair, the worn, stained quilt, cracked platter, or lace tablecloth?  The favorite pillow, blanket, pen, shirt, chair or rug is now ordinary.  I mull over how much is out-dated, worn, and old. A century of memories and stories will only be treasured by the few who remember.

King Solomon mulled over this ….. “Vanity of vanities, all is vanity. What profit has a man from all his labor in which he toils under the sun?  One generation passes away and another generation comes…” (Ecclesiastes 1:2b-4a)

Dad was thrifty, honest and hard-working. He was a home-body, and only once took his family on a trip to Florida. He was a small, wiry man but he had a strong, spunky spirit. In the midst of all his living, Dad cultivated a strong faith that was tested and tried. He wrote notebooks full of his spiritual ponderings, and “preached” to everyone who would listen; “repent and be saved.”  He cherished the hymns of old and often sung them from memory. His Bible is worn and tattered from use.  His ministry was mostly out of the spotlight. Through the years his shop became a haven for a men’s Bible study and he cherished meeting weekly with several men at a local restaurant for coffee and fellowship. In his younger years he picked up neighborhood children and took them to church. Those who knew dad received a spiritual treasure. The most valuable things in life can not be bought or sold.

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(Sign hanging in the shop)

Dad had his own unique set of challenges in life and some were very painful and difficult but he ran the race, he fought the fight and his dying words were “I am at peace.”

On Sunday there was a message on our answering machine when we got home from church that dad was being” called home”. We immediately headed to Denbigh. He had been in the hospital a week and his lungs were filling with fluid. Time was running out.  On the drive down we didn’t know if he would hold on until we got there. Your mind remembers many things as you process the events taking place. Dad’s mind was clear and we had a precious two hours with him before heading home.  Talking was very difficult and labored for him but he had some things to say. Once I realized he was trying to sing “Amazing Grace”.  We sat by his bed, gently massaging his face and hands and quietly sharing our last moments together on earth. I softly sang numerous beloved old hymns to him. He was looking forward to seeing Jesus and numerous family members.  We assured him that we would see him later in heaven. It is so hard to say your last goodbye, give your last hug and walk out of the room, knowing this is it.  There are no more words to be spoken and the last “I love yous” have been said. We were so grateful that God in His mercy granted us this time together.

Thank-you dad, rest in peace. We love you.

 

Daddy’s Hands

Our dads are special men in our lives.  They gave us life, nurtured, provided for, taught, and disciplined us. In this blog I  want to pay special tribute to Gene’s and my dad, two godly men, who taught us God’s Word, took us to church and Sunday School, prayed for us and lived the Christian life as an example.  It was not religion that they modeled but a real, living faith in a personal God.

Gene’s dad: Oliver W. Hertzler was born on September 26, 1918. He has a twin sister, Osie Ziegler, who is also still living.  Daddy had nine siblings and they lived on a dairy farm in Denbigh, VA.  Tragedy struck their family when he was 16 years old. An older brother drown in a tragic accident on the Warwick River. On September 30, 1939 he married Anna Mae Keffer who is also still living.  Daddy and Mama will be married 74 years and had 3 children.  They were dairy farmers and when the boys left home, moving the dairy operation to Powhatan, they turned the barns and land into a horse boarding stable.  At 95, he is still boarding horses!

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Daddy enjoyed hand-craving wooden ducks, collecting antiques and rooting plants and trees.

Daddy loves studying the Word and has written notebooks full of his spiritual ponderings, his life journey and prayers.  In his younger years he taught a Sunday School class of sixth grade boys and then later turned his shop into a “men’s den” for weekly Bible Studies.

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Pat’s dad: Dwight S. Heatwole was born on June 24, 1930.  He has 12 siblings.  When he was 17 tragedy struck his family. His parents took a trip to Florida which was a very special and rare opportunity. While they were gone his one-year old brother died from a heart disease. There was no way to contact his folks and they didn’t call home.  They didn’t know their little son had died until they arrived home three days later.

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Daddy grew up on a dairy farm.  On December 6, 1950 he married Fannie Showalter, his mate of 63 years.  Daddy and Mother were also dairy farmers and had 4 children.

In his retirement years, daddy blessed his family and friends through his skillful woodworking; making grandfather clocks, footstools, plant stands, high chairs, and other beautiful pieces of furniture.

Daddy loved teaching and preaching the Word and was very active in church as Sunday School teacher, superintendent, youth leader, and later as pastor.

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Here is a fitting tribute to our dads…..lyrics to the song

Daddy’s Hands

By Holly Dunn

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Dad Hertzler’s hands

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Dad Heatwole’s hands

 

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.
And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.
You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.
Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.
I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,
And patted my back, for something done right.
There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,
But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.
Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.
If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.
And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.
Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.
Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle
But I´ve come to understand.
There was always love …..
In Daddy´s hands.

A New Grandson

Let me introduce to you our newest addition to the family, grandchild number 5…. Noah Steven Hertzler.

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With the marriage of Keith and Alivia on April 5, 2013, we also were blessed to welcome a new grandson,  Noah, Alivia’s son.

This little fella is winning our hearts.  His eyes sparkle with delight when he sees us and he calls us “grandpa and grandma Hertzler” always adding the Hertzler.  He chatters nonstop about the cows, tractors, trucks, or whatever else is on his mind.  He is thriving on life in the country and all the equipment “toys” of  his new daddy.

Keith and Noah on tractor

When Keith arrived at Alivia’s home for their first date, Noah came running to the door and squealed “daddy”, totally embarrassing his mom!!!  Noah’s daddy had left his life when he was 6-months old and he has never known a father’s love or ever called anyone daddy.  Keith and Noah are forming a special father-son bond.

Noah leaning on Keith's head

Welcome, Noah, we love you and are so glad you are a part of our family.

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Note: Noah is not on the wedding pictures. He was suppose to be at the wedding-we picked him up from preschool and took him along.  He was so proud of the little tux he was to wear but he decided to “act up” and it soon became obvious it was better for him to be taken home by his baby sitter.  It was too overwhelming and confusing for him.  He became very insecure and wanted his mommy.

Memorial Service for Oliver Jr.

Pictures of family and friends at the memorial service today.

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Harry Hertzler (96) and Dad (Oliver) Hertzler (94) greeting each other.  Harry lives in PA and Dad lives in Newport News and neither travel any more so this was a very special treat to see each other.

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Left side of table: Tony Hertzler and Lillian Hertzler

Right side: Ivan Lehman, Bobby Hertzler and Marie Hertzler

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Grandpa (Oliver) Hertzler and his great-granddaughter, Karla Hostetter.

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Gene Hertzler and his first cousin, Kenny Brunk.

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Joe and Norma Hertzler

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1st cousins: Sidney Wenger and Shirley Brunk Coberly.

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Wayne Steiner and Kenny Brunk

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Helen and Louis Burkholder, Lloyd Weaver and Ted Yoder.

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Our dear friend, Dan Althouse.

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Judy Humphrey and Ron Moyer

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Dorcas & Wally Schaefer and Jill Hostetter.

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Tony Hertzler and Sidney Wenger.

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David Hertzler and Pat Hertzler.

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Pastor Tim Kennell and Ivan Lehman.

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Dwight Burkholder, Helen & Lewis Burkholder and Lloyd Weaver.

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Bob Hertzler (right) and his two sons, Bobby (center) and Tony (left).

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Judy Humphrey, Jill Hostetter and Marie Hertzler.

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Karla Hostetter making cards for her great-grandpa and grandpa.  She has a sensitive and caring heart.

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The twins!

Kenny is a twin to Kathy Brunk Stoltzfus and Daddy is a twin to Osie Ziegler.

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The cane-walkers!!!

Memorial Service-Oliver Jr. December 15,2012

We had Aunt Osie “skyped” into the service so she could hear it.  Then daddy was able to talk to his beloved twin.

They talked about seeing each other in glory and then daddy spontaneously sang a song about heaven to her and Harry chimed in. It was precious.

There has been a request for the powerpoint pictures we showed of Oliver Jr.

Oliver Jr-8 month

8 months

Oliver & Judy-little

Mama Oliver & Judy-1948

Mama with children-1950

1950: Mama holding Gene, Judy & Oliver Jr.

3 children-winter 1950

1950: Gene, Judy & Oliver Jr.

Oliver & Judy-Aug 1948

Oliver & Judy-Jan 1947

Oliver and Judy

Family 1950

1950: Mama holding Gene, Daddy

Judy and Oliver Jr.

3 children riding on load of hay

Oliver, Gene & Judy on load of hay

Oliver school pic

School picture. He attended Warwick River Mennonite School

Oliver -6th grade

6th Grade

Oliver Jr-school pic

3 children-April 1957

Easter: April 1957

Oliver & Gene

Oliver and Gene

Let's play ball

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Easter 1964: Gene, Judy & Oliver Jr.

Oliver Jr-1965

1965: Leaving for IW Service in Richmond.

Oliver Jr

Judy Oliver Gene-1970

1970: Judy, Gene & Oliver Jr.

Oliver & Lana Wedding-April 1969

April 1969: Wedding of Lana Wills & Oliver Hertzler Jr.

Oliver & Lana-Christmas 1970

Christmas 1970

Family withgrandma Hertzler -1975

Family with Grandma Hertzler, 1975

Pat & Gene Hertzler, Oliver Jr. Mama (Anna Mae) Hertzler

Daddy (Oliver Sr.), Grandma, Judy & Ann Malinda Humphrey

Oliver drove Purina truck

His first truck driving job.

Oliver Jr-tractor trailer

Occupation: Long-distance truck driver.

Oliver Jr family-March 1987

March 1987: Oliver, Lana & Wendell

Oliver Jr.-June 1997

June 1997

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