LAST TURN OF THE KEY

I never knew my Great Grandpa Hochstetler. My mother never knew him, either. He is a shadowy figure in my mind. I’m not even sure what He looked like. He passed away on March 6th, 1926, before my mother was born. I’ve always pictured him stern for some reason. I know he was Baptist. HisContinue reading “LAST TURN OF THE KEY”