by jhackman | Aug 23, 2016 | Story Share
I had the good fortune of growing up in Frederick, not too far from the road that leads to the mansion. We lived just up the hill from great friends, Jon and Mary Jane Davis. Frederick holds lots of meaning and great memories for me. There has been at least one member...
by jhackman | Aug 23, 2016 | Story Share
I lived in the big house on the hill with 2 driveways, maybe today could be called a circular drive. Our address was Star Route. My Dad helped, at least once, in the wintertime getting the semis that were stuck on the hill pulled out. Lovely ingrain wooden floors in...
by jhackman | Aug 23, 2016 | Story Share
I echo Jill and would add that Frederick to me meant streams, 100 paces to my best friend’s house, wonderful majestic runs along Crooked Creek. Memories there are bittersweet but I don’t know a finer place to grow an appreciation for nature, God and life’s...
by jhackman | Aug 23, 2016 | Story Share
I was blessed enough to grow up in Frederick. We lived smack dab in the middle of the big hill. Mom and dad still live there. I remember sledding on Rebmans hill, and the one by our house that lands right in front of the new Christian church. I loved being FINALLY old...
by jhackman | Aug 23, 2016 | Story Share
I grew up in Frederick when it was still a town with its own post office (62639) and our address was a Rural Route. I remember calling in an order to a catalogue and the service representative told me she’d never heard of a Rural Route before, didn’t even know how to...
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