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William Carl Rohde, bottom left, principal of Brunswick High School, with his students.
You’ve seen my great grandfather William Carl Rohde a couple of times before on this website. He is my mother’s mother’s father. In this stunning photograph we see him as a younger man, helming the local high school back in Brunswick, Ohio, whence he sprung. Continue reading
The Runnymede Stone.
In the woods near the town of Mayberry in Western Maryland there is a stone, not very large but big enough to have been selected as a marker by someone who wanted it to stay put for generations, upon which is engraved the single phrase THE BEGINNING OF RVNNYMEDE. Continue reading
Jean Fleagle, 1940s.
My Aunt Jean passed away earlier this year at age 94. She was the aunt who was most closely involved with me and my siblings as we grew up in Bellevue, Washington, since she and Uncle Dick and my cousin Gary lived just a few miles away in Kirkland. My dad’s sisters back East, my blood relations Miriam and Vivian, came into my consciousness much later, but the west-coast ladies Continue reading
The bannered arch at Trinity Lutheran Cemetery, Taneytown, Maryland. My great great grandfather James Harner’s stone is visible inside the frame formed by the gate posts and banner, on the left side of the opening. I’ve put a small, yellow-green arrow pointing to it.
My great grandmother Martha Jane Harner came from around Longville, a bend in the road between the two Western Maryland towns of Taneytown and Harney. Continue reading
Earl Stake and companion waiting for Godot, or someone with a box-end wrench.
This enchanting photograph comes with no information except the identification of the rider in the front passenger seat, my great uncle Earl (X marks the spot), whom I met only once probably three score years after the shutter fell on this scene. Continue reading