Awake My Glory!

Here’s one from 3 years ago… with a good reminder of where is the source of our “Glory”!

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Glory!

I came across the phrase “Awake my glory” while reading the book of Psalms this morning. Like many other times when I read and meditate on the Word of God, the Spirit of God made the words jump right off the page and I noticed them as never before! So I wondered, what would the Psalmist be referring to when he said “My Glory”? In my heart I  knew that our Triune Godhead deserves all the glory, so I was struck that the Psalmist would imply that he had glory as well!

Here are the passages to which I refer: Psalm 16:9 “Therefore my heart is glad, and myglory rejoices; My flesh also will rest in hope.” Then we read in Psalm 57:8 “Awake, myglory! Awake, lute and harp! I will awaken the dawn.” Lastly in Psalm 108:1 “O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing…

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Uncle Snack – Forever Friend

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Born in poverty in 1930, the 4th child to Clarence and Margaret Anspach, my Uncle Wayne (Snack) Anspach learned very early, that life served him very well when he was a friend to all, and that included his father and mother. He was a loving and supportive child to his mother and a very compliant child to an abusive alcoholic father (who nicknamed him “Dumb Davey”) and he worshipped his big brother John who seemed to succeed in everything when Snack had to work so hard to keep up.

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Snack & Big Brother John

Snack would jump and ask “how high” on the way up, when his father “Pop” threw a command his way. To disobey, was very dangerous to your health and well being! He was also a life saver to his mother “Maggy”, as Pop called her, when she was pregnant with his little sister. Snack became the chief cook and bottle washer as Maggy, late in her pregnancy, could not keep up with her household duties.

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Grandma “Maggy” Anspach & “Pop” in Later Years

Snack even introduced a new dish to Pop which was a very risky move! They were out of potatoes, which Pop demanded to be fried or mashed for him on a daily basis. No matter that he didn’t provide sufficient money for groceries. So Snack cooked up some squash instead and prepared them just like mashed potatoes. Pop knew something was wrong right away, but then he ventured on and took one bite, and another, then a smile came to his face and he said, “Not bad, not bad at all!”

One day, late in his teens, Snack was standing outside with Pop, and a plane flew over. They lived next to a Military Reservation and this was a common occurrence. Snack said to Pop, “If you let me join the Army I’ll be able to learn to fly one of those!” Snack really wanted to stretch his wings in other ways, and get out from under Pop’s iron grip, knowing all the while he would likely never fly a plane. And even though his older siblings had left the nest, and Pop was using him for force labor, he miraculously gave Snack permission to join the Army.

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That was his big break, and would lead to a career and open up wide avenues of exploration, education and experience that Snack could in no other way obtain. When he came home from basic training he was helping Pop on one of his projects in his shop, and explained to Pop how “Ohms Law” worked. Pop turned to him with an astonished look on his face and exclaimed, “Why you’re no Dumb Davey anymore, I think you’re the smartest kid I have!” What a great day!

My earliest childhood memory of my Uncle Snack is at Thanksgiving dinner. After many years of treating Thanksgiving as any other day, one year Grandma put her foot down, so to speak, and declared that she had saved up enough money to buy a turkey, and by God’s grace they were going to celebrate Thanksgiving! Pop, not being the religious type in the least, didn’t protest one bit, afterall he loved to eat!

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My Earliest Photo (1958) of Thanksgiving, a Photo Uncle Snack took. From left: My dad Warren, Uncle Jack, My Brother Warren (Pooch), My brother Larry, Uncle Mickey, Uncle John. Notice Pop’s plate on the near end of the table is already filled with food. He was always served first!
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Uncle Snack with Grand & Great Grandkids

When everyone was seated, and it was time to partake of all the delicious Pennsylvania Dutch food, Grandma, still wearing her trademark apron, made everyone pause and then called on Snack to give the “Blessing”. She of course didn’t call on Pop, nor big brother John. It was her kind, caring and compassionate son Snack, who she called on, since she knew he had a connection with the Almighty.

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Snack Getting Ready to Pray at Thanksgiving

I wasn’t there for that first Thanksgiving but in later years I experienced the spiritual effect of Uncle Snack’s prayers as he seemed to be taking directly to God as he thanked the Lord for everyone gathered and for all of our blessings. He became to me “My Praying Uncle” and I knew like Grandma did, that he had a special relationship with our Heavenly Father.

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Snack & Wife Marion

So when Snack’s wife Aunt Marion passed away in 2007, I decided to visit my Uncle Snack the first Saturday night of each month, hoping to get to know him more than just on a surface level, and also to learn more about my family heritage. He welcomed me warmly and as time passed we both looked forward to those times together as we’d watch the Phillies (usually lose:), talk about current events, how my family was doing, more about our family history, and of course watch the Lawrence Welk Show!

A phrase I heard him say time and time again was, “I might have told you this story before but….” and then I’d just let him go ahead and tell it again, and again, and sometimes even again. He had an amazing memory! He just couldn’t remember if he was repeating a story he had told you before!

But the story he shared with me that helped me see and understand the secret of this kind, and loving, and compassionate man’s life, was this one. You see, in 1946 when he was just 16 years old, his family attended revival services at their church, Emmanuel United Methodist Church. Their pastor Arthur Miller preached the fiery Gospel, that Christ died on the Cross for Sinners, was buried and rose again the third day, and that anyone who repented of their sins and trusted Christ as their Savior would be born from above, and be given eternal life.

At the end of the message and as they stood to sing the closing song, his big sister Minnie encouraged him to respond to the invitation. Snack’s heart was already throbbing as he gripped the pew in front of him, and he felt as though an unseen force, like a magnet, was pulling him from his pew to go down front to the altar. He obeyed the Spirit’s voice and walked the aisle and knelt at the prayer rail, and accepted Jesus as his Lord and Savior, and he became a new creature in Christ. From that day on he wasn’t perfect, but he had Christ and his Bible as his guide, and he endeavored to live a God honoring Christian life.

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Snack & Sisters Totty (L) & Betty

He demonstrated God’s love by the way he lived his life as he cared for his family, his mother, his extended family, as he served in his church, taught Sunday School, led civic organizations, ministered to residents in retirement homes, on and on it went.

He would often tell me, “I gave a witness today” as he would retell how he had passed on a Word from the Lord to someone in need that came across his path. I’ll close with a Bible passage he shared with me one night when we were talking about Scripture memory. He had memorized these verses from Hebrews chapter one.

God, who at various times and in various ways spoke in time past to our fathers by the prophets, has in these last days spoken to us by His Son, whom He has appointed heir of all things, through whom also He made the worlds; who being the brightness of His glory and the express image of His person, and upholding all things by the word of His power, when He had by Himself purged our sins, sat down at the right hand of the Majesty on high. Hebrews 1:1-3

The Bible says about Believers, that when we are absent from the body, in that very moment, we are present with the Lord. During one of my last visits alone with Uncle Snack by his hospital bed, he squeezed my hand as he was in a deep deep sleep, as he seemed to be worshipping the Lord as he whispered, “Lord have mercy, Lord have mercy, God have mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy. The Lord did have mercy on my Uncle Snack because he is now rejoicing with the redeemed, and reunited with loved ones gone on before. Praise God!

After publishing this story of my Uncle Snack Anspach I attended and participated in his “Celebration of Life” memorial service. His daughter Cindy shared that she followed his strict instructions for the service which he left for her in a container under his office desk. Every part of the service, the Sharing Time for family and friends, the hymns that were sung: “The Church’s One Foundation”, “Wonderful Grace of Jesus”, “It Is Well With My Soul” & “The Doxology”, the Scriptures read: Matthew 6:19-36 (where it says “Seek Ye first the Kingdom of God”), the Benediction given by his long time pastor and lastly, to have a soloist sing the Lord’s Prayer, was all laid out beforehand.

It was clear to me that Snack meant to accomplish two things, One: Give Worship and Praise to his Savior Jesus Christ, Two: Appeal to the family and friends in attendance to trust in his Savior like he had that day back in 1946.

Even the quote from Billy Graham on the back of his Memorial Folder which said “The greatest legacy one can pass on to one’s children and grandchildren is not money or other material things accumulated in one’s life, but rather a legacy of character and faith” pointed to his desire for others to follow in the Faith as he did.

So if you don’t know the Lord Jesus in a personal way will you consider receiving Christ today? That step will guarantee that one day you will be reunited with your loved one and friend which I’m sure you miss so much.

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Me & Snack at Thanksgiving, him in his traditional “Hair Hat”

Enjoy the below recordings of some of Snack’s stories:

I treasure these stories! I hope you enjoy them as well.

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Ageless Principles

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As chiseled in stone there are principles and promises from God which demonstrate His blessings that He showers upon his Faithful Ones.

From the archives of my brother (now in Glory) Evangelist Larry E. Wolfe’s writings:

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Do we really trust God’s Word?
Truths About The Believer’s “Hope” Based Upon God’s Unchanging Word

“Hope” Definition: The confident faithful expectation of God fulfilling His Promises

1.Hope in God’s unchanging values

PROMISE:

“All Your Words are true; all Your righteous Laws are eternal. … Great peace have they who love Thy Law, and nothing can offend them.” (Psalm 119:160, 165)

2. Hope in God’s unchanging justice

PROMISE:

“He is the Rock, His works are perfect, and all His ways are just. A faithful God who does no wrong, upright and just is He.” (Deuteronomy 32:4)

3. Hope in God’s unchanging promises

PROMISE:

“If we are faithless, He will remain faithful, for He cannot deny Himself.” (2Timothy2:13)

4. Hope in God’s unchanging integrity and righteousness

PROMISE:

“Your love, O Lord, reaches to the heavens, Your faithfulness to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mighty mountains, Your justice like the great deep. O Lord, You preserve both man and beast.” (Psalm 36:5–6)

5. Hope in God’s unchanging wisdom and understanding

PROMISE:

“He made the earth by His power; He founded the world by His wisdom and stretched out the heavens by His understanding.” (Jeremiah 51:15)

6. Hope in God’s unchanging purpose for your life

PROMISE:

“I will cry out to God Most High, to God, Who fulfills His purpose for me. … For great is Your love, reaching to the heavens; Your faithfulness reaches to the skies.” (Psalm 57:2, 10)

7. Hope in God’s unchanging abilities

PROMISE:

“God is able to make all grace abound to you, so that in all things at all times, having all that you need, you will abound in every good work.” (2 Corinthians 9:8)

8. Hope in God’s unchanging financial provision

PROMISE:

“Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, Who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment.” (1Timothy 6:17)

9. Hope in God’s unchanging eternal plans for your future

PROMISE:

“So will it be with the resurrection of the dead. The body that is sown is perishable, it is raised imperishable … it is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. If there is a natural body, there is also a spiritual body.”(1 Corinthians 15:42, 44)

10. Hope in God the Son’s Return is called “That Blessed Hope”

PROMISE:

“Looking for that Blessed Hope, and the glorious appearing [Rapture] of the great God and our Savior Jesus Christ” (Titus 2:13)

“That by two immutable things, in which it was impossible for God to lie, We might have a strong consolation, who have fled for refuge to lay hold upon the HOPE set for us: Which HOPE we have as an ANCHOR of the soul” (Hebrews 6:18, 19)

Hundreds of Classic Hymns contain lines, verses, and choruses describing the Lord Jesus as our Anchor, our Hope, our Stay. Such is the Classic Hymn “The Solid Rock”. Read slowly or sing the lines below and take to heart the Truths that will indeed give hope to your heart:

“The Solid Rock”

My hope is built on nothing less,
Than Jesus’ Blood and righteousness.
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ Name.

When darkness veils His lovely face,
I rest on His unchanging grace.
In every high and stormy gale,
My anchor holds within the veil.

His oath, His covenant, His Blood,
Support me in the whelming flood.
When all around my soul gives way,
He then is all my hope and stay.

Refrain:
On Christ, the Solid Rock, I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand.

*Conclusion: Your Anchor Holds in Jesus Christ & Who is The Living Eternal Word of God!

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My Mom, Irene Violet Wolfe

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On this Mother’s Day weekend I want to honor the most important person in my life growing up. It was on the 26th day of December 1922 when the best Christmas gift of my future life was born, my wonderful mother Irene Violet Anspach. She was born to Clarence and Margaret (Soliday) Anspach, the first of seven children, five girls and two boys near Indiantown Gap, PA. She was born, if not into poverty, into a very meager home which didn’t have many frills. Her mother Margaret (whose name means Pearl) was the pearl of her life and her mom had a tremendous Christian influence in her life. Being born the day after Christmas, for my mom there were many years her Christmas gift and birthday gifts were one in the same, but I never once heard her complain.

Mom n Her family Back Row: My Mom, Wayne, Minnie, John, Dorothy Front Row: Margaret…

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The Sparrow at Starbucks

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THE SPARROW AT STARBUCKS
(The song that silenced the cappuccino machine by John Thomas Oaks)

It was chilly in Manhattan but warm inside the Starbucks shop on 51st Street and Broadway, just a skip up from Times Square. Early November weather in New York City holds only the slightest hint of the bitter chill of late December and January, but it’s enough to send the masses crowding indoors to vie for available space and warmth.

For a musician, it’s the most lucrative Starbucks location in the world, I’m told, and consequently, the tips can be substantial if you play your tunes right. Apparently, we were striking all the right chords that night, because our basket was almost overflowing. It was a fun, low-pressure gig – I was playing keyboard and singing backup for my friend who also added rhythm with an arsenal of percussion instruments.

We mostly did pop songs from the ’40s to the ’90s with a few original tunes thrown in. During our emotional rendition of the classic, “If You Don’t Know Me by Now,” I noticed a lady sitting in one of the lounge chairs across from me. She was swaying to the beat and singing along.

After the tune was over, she approached me. “I apologize for singing along on that song. Did it bother you?” she asked. “No,” I replied. “We love it when the audience joins in. Would you like to sing up front on the next selection?” To my delight, she accepted my invitation. “You choose,” I said. “What are you in the mood to sing?” “Well. … do you know any hymns?” Hymns? This woman didn’t know who she was dealing with. I cut my teeth on hymns. Before I was even born, I was going to church. I gave our guest singer a knowing look. “Name one.” “Oh, I don’t know. There are so many good ones. You pick one.” “Okay,” I replied. “How about ‘His Eye is on the Sparrow’?”

My new friend was silent, her eyes averted. Then she fixed her eyes on mine again and said, “Yeah. Let’s do that one.” She slowly nodded her head, put down her purse, straightened her jacket and faced the center of the shop. With my two-bar setup, she began to sing. Why should I be discouraged? Why should the shadows come?

The audience of coffee drinkers was transfixed. Even the gurgling noises of the cappuccino machine ceased as the employees stopped what they were doing to listen. The song rose to its conclusion. I sing because I’m happy; I sing because I’m free. For His eye is on the sparrow And I know He watches me.

When the last note was sung, the applause crescendoed to a deafening roar that would have rivaled a sold-out crowd at Carnegie Hall. Embarrassed, the woman tried to shout over the din, “Oh, y’all go back to your coffee! I didn’t come in here to do a concert! I just came in here to get somethin’ to drink, just like you!” But the ovation continued. I embraced my new friend. “You, my dear, have made my whole year! That was beautiful!” “Well, it’s funny that you picked that particular hymn,” she said. “Why is that?” “Well . …” she hesitated again, “that was my daughter’s favorite song.” “Really!” I exclaimed.

“Yes,” she said, and then grabbed my hands. By this time, the applause had subsided and it was business as usual. “She was 16. She died of a brain tumor last week.” I said the first thing that found its way through my stunned silence. “Are you going to be okay?” She smiled through tear-filled eyes and squeezed my hands. “I’m gonna be okay. I’ve just got to keep trusting the Lord and singing his songs, and everything’s gonna be just fine.” She picked up her bag, gave me her card, and then she was gone.

Was it just a coincidence that we happened to be singing in that particular coffee shop on that particular November night? Coincidence that this wonderful lady just happened to walk into that particular shop? Coincidence that of all the hymns to choose from, I just happened to pick the very hymn that was the favorite of her daughter, who had died just the week before? I refuse to believe it.

God has been arranging encounters in human history since the beginning of time, and it’s no stretch for me to imagine that he could reach into a coffee shop in midtown Manhattan and turn an ordinary gig into a revival. It was a great reminder that if we keep trusting him and singing his songs, everything’s gonna be okay.

God sent his singers on the earth, with songs of gladness and of myrth. They they might touch the hearts of men, and bring them back to heaven again.  – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

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Anspachs – The Tale of Two Houses

Back in January 2019 I posted a series of blogs about my Wolfe heritage. Those stories were mostly written by my brother Evangelist Larry E. Wolfe (who is now with the Lord) with a few of my edits and additions. If interested in reading them the first chapter can be found here: https://lobochronicles.com/2019/01/30/wolfe-pack-story-chp-1/

Larry also wrote about our Mother’s side of the family, the Anspachs from Lebanon County Pennsylvania. At first I thought of just posting his writings but then ended up doing quite a bit of research of my own and I also conducted interviews with my Uncle Wayne (Snack) Anspach. So now I bring to you the first chapter of the “Anspachs – The Tale of Two Houses”. Many thanks to my Uncle Snack (89 yrs old) for his phenomenal memory and contributions to this story!

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Painting of the Anspach Homestead by Grandson and Artist John S. Allison

There’s just something about a house that makes it a home. Our earliest memories hearken back to remembrances and adventures at “home”. We discovered, we learned, and we experienced a range of emotions, we loved and were loved. A home is a place of refuge, no matter how elegant. It’s a place of cover from the elements whether they be from nature or human nature. We may leave, and even go astray far afield from our roots, but at some point we remember home and yearn to return to the safety of that place. Homes may be palaces or meager shantys like the one pictured above, but nevertheless they are still home. Though they must be wisely built to last….

Jesus said, “Therefore whoever hears these sayings of Mine, and does them, I will liken him to a wise man who built his house on the rock: and the rain descended, the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house; and it did not fall, for it was founded on the rock. Matthew 7:24-25

The house pictured above was originally built in a hidden valley between two Blue Mountains at a place called Rausch Gap. The coal mining industry had sprung up on the side of the mountain after the Civil War in the late 19th century along with a Gold Mine or two that quickly petered out after a short 10 year spurt of growth leaving a village with no reason for being. The homes, the hotel, the stores, the ancient healing waters of Cold Springs were all forgotten.

Families whose husbands fought in the Civil War came to the valley to make a living but in a few short years their sources of income withered away. Wild game could be harvested, a garden could be planted but eventually the grass was actually greener and alluring just back over the mountains to the south into northern Lebanon County.

One such family was my Great Great Grandparents Henry (1839-1901) & Susannah (1848-1921) Anspach. Henry H. Anspach served in the Union Army in the Cavalry Division. They had eight children: Savilla: 1867, Milton: 1870, Clara: 1872, Lucinda: 1874, Emma: 1876, Harry: 1879, Mary: 1880 & lastly Harvey: 1886 my Great Grandfather. Some of their eight children are shown in the One Room School pictures below, numbered by birth order.

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Editor’s Note: Lembergers School burnt down and was re-built and re-named as Harrison School

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The youngest Anspach child Harvey at 8 yrs old and sister Mary are shown above. ALSO, Bertha Miller is on this picture. She would grow up and marry and have a child named Margaret from Miles Soliday who died at age 24 from a burst appendix. The young widow moved home to her Mother and Father David & Rebecca Miller and then Bertha later married Harvey Anspach’s oldest brother Milton!

Below is a picture of Milton & Bertha with some of their children.

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From Left: Milton, Edna, Henry, Annie, Bertha, David & Howard

Henry Anspach, my earliest ancestor on my mother Irene’s side made his living in either the Coal Mines or the Sawmill industry but in 1890 when work was no longer available he (at 51 yrs of age), along with his wife Susannah (age 42), had their house in Rausch Gap dis-assembled, loaded onto a wagon and with most of his children in tow, hauled their home and their belongings over two mountains to where they had purchased a 3 acre plot of land along Bullfrog Road in East Hanover Township.

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An early picture of Henry’s Wife Susannah (no picture available of Henry)

The Anspachs would set up housekeeping once again and raise their family along a dusty two lane road on a very meager income. Their home had no electricity and would have been heated by wood gathered in the nearby forest or with coal when they could afford it. They planted a garden along the west side of their property and the woods to their south held plenty of squirrels, pheasants and deer. They pumped their water up from a hand dug well behind the house with a mechanical hand pump that sat on a platform of wood above the well. That hand pump worked well into my young adulthood years in the early 1970’s.

It’s likely that Henry used his skills with his hands in carpentry or physical labor of some sort to provide for the family. Though he would only live another 11 years and die in 1901 at the young age of 61 just into the dawn of the 20th century leaving his wife Susannah a relatively young 52-year-old widow.

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Henry was buried in the Church of God cemetery less than a mile from their home. The family worshipped at the Church of God which was within easy walking distance from their home. The family would follow suit and bury many of their next two generations in the same cemetery.

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Susannah’s Colt Pistol found in Grandma’s Summerhouse during a De-Construction Project

Susannah was a “pistol-packing” mother and grandmother, as she bought this .22 revolver, and would take up the leadership for her family after Henry’s passing. The only child remaining at home at that time would have been their youngest child, her son Harvey, who was only 15 when his father died. The other 7 children, the oldest being Savilla at 34, and second youngest Mary at 21, would by that time have left home and started their own families.

Young Harvey, my Great Grandfather, was married 3 years after his father Henry’s death on July 16, 1904 at age 18 to Jenny Stichler, the granddaughter of Charles Drews of “Blue Eyed Six” infamy. Jenny’s parents, John & Magdolena Stichler, eventually lived just up the dirt road from the Anspachs on the corner of Rt. 443 and Bullfrog Road. John would be called “Pappy” by his future grandchildren and he was known to be an evil man with a wondering eye. His granddaughters avoided his wayward stares as he often “checked them out” so to speak when they were visiting. It was no surprise that he was found dead along the road in June of 1940 having been hit by a car late one night when he was walking home from a “house of ill repute” in the city of Lebanon.

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Three of John & Magdolena’s sons shown in this picture along with Bertha Miller who would be Grandma Margaret Anspach’s mother! It is a mystery to me why Jenny Stichler their second born isn’t found on ANY of the One Room School pictures. She should be in this picture!

John & Magdolena Stichler’s children attended Harrison School as they had moved south from St Joseph Springs into East Hanover township after the trial and hanging of 5 of the 6 men who conspired to murder the town hobo Joseph Raber just 16 years earlier. The couple had a unique connection to the “Blue Eyed Six”.

John Stichler’s older brother Frank (they would name their firstborn son Frank pictured above) was the youngest member of the gang at age 19 and John’s wife Magdolena was the daughter of Charles Drews, the “Humble Butcher” who, along with Frank Stichler in 1878 were persuaded to drown Joseph Raber for only $300 in Indiantown Creek. The other 4 conspirators who paid them to commit the dastardly deed (Israel Brandt, Jesiah Hummel, George Zechman & Henry Wise) had taken out $8,000 worth of life insurance on the victim though they would never collect!

You can check out that story here: Blue Eyed Six & The Faith – Chp.1 (Israel Brandt)

Now back to the Anspachs!

Harvey & Jenny Anspach’s first child Clarence was born 3 months prior to the couple’s marriage on April 13, 1904 and so it’s apparent they lived at home with Harvey’s widowed mother Susannah for an extended period of time. When Susannah passed away 17 years later in 1921 (at age 73) rather than leave the home to her eldest son Milton she left the home to her youngest child, her son Harvey & wife Jenny. In my generation they went by the nicknames “Lucy’s Mom & Pop”. It was said that Jenny didn’t like the name Grandma so she insisted on being called the Mom of her youngest child Lucy! So until their dying day we called them “Lucy’s Mom & Lucy’s Pop! We honored our elders!

Though Susannah & Henry Anspach had a relationship with the Church of God just up the street from their home, their son Harvey & wife Jenny would not follow in their footsteps and were not “church people” as people sometimes characterize their “non-faith”. Maybe it was because Jenny carried the stigma that her Grandfather and Uncle were hung for murder. Maybe she built an imaginary wall between herself and her creator. Certainly Jenny’s parents Pappy and Magdelena Stichler didn’t pass down a tradition of faith and Jenny was often heard to say that a strong person doesn’t need religion!

We do know that “Lucy’s Mom” would not allow anyone to speak of the “Blue Eyed Six” in her presence, and it was only after her death in 1970 that her husband Harvey took his grandson “Snack” on a tour of all six graves of the Blue Eyed Six. Snack would go on to write a book on the Blue Eyed Six and still to this day at 89 years of age gives tours to interested individuals and groups.

Like their parents, Harvey & Jenny’s children would have little to no interest in the Christian faith. In fact, Clarence their firstborn (known as Pop) would not permit his wife Margaret to attend church nor even own a Bible! Both of Pop’s brothers John & Wayne would become alcoholics like their big brother.

Pop would become a raging alcoholic and live life like a “bull in a china shop” as they say. He would come home drunk night after night and demand that Maggie (as he called her) get up at whatever time of night and make him some eggs! He stole chickens, broke his marriage vows, fought in barrooms and flattened his son John’s nose like a pancake at a tiny infraction of dis-respect! Then refused to get him the medical attention he needed.

Most of Lucy Mom & Pop’s other children’s families were dysfunctional as well, as some lived in slum-like housing going from paycheck to paycheck if in fact they were even working. I recall NO family reunions of happy relatives enjoying life together. It seemed to all be pain and despair!

But that life would not be good enough for one little lady Margaret Soliday Anspach! She knew of the teaching of the Apostle Paul in the New Testament:

Do not be deceived, God is not mocked; for whatever a man sows, that he will also reap. For he who sows to his flesh will of the flesh reap corruption, but he who sows to the Spirit will of the Spirit reap everlasting life. And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart. Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all, especially to those who are of the household of faith. Galatians 6:7-10

Maggie was determined to follow that principle and change the path of her family’s trajectory from down to UP!

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Jenny & Harvey or “Lucy’s Mom & Lucy’s Pop!
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Jenny Stichler Anspach standing with five of her children John, Lena, Verna, Lucy & Wayne by the Anspach homestead. Husband Harvey & oldest son Clarence are not in the picture!

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In the front center is my Grandpa Clarence Anspach with his future Wife Margaret Soliday sitting behind him. Also in the picture are Clarence’s Aunts Mary & Isma Stichler who were younger sisters of his mother Jenny Stichler Anspach!

The next Chapter in “The Tale of Two Houses” will tell the story of the Soliday & Miller houses, how they relate to the Anspach house, and how one little lady called Maggie changed the course of family history!

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Three Darryls

As many of my readers know, my brother, Evangelist Larry E. Wolfe recently went to be with His Lord. During his 7 year ministry at the I-85 Pilot Truck Stop in SC he published a daily devotional and had many opportunities to share Christ with others. Sometimes in his daily devotional he would share about these encounters. Here is one of them from December 19, 2018:

“Though gone from among us he still speaks!”

Larry Van

In the last week or so, The Lord has sent three men my way with the same name, Darryl. The first was a homeless man who was parked where I park our Mobile Chapel in the car lot. When the van was out for repairs on the carburetor a few weeks ago I lost my normal parking spot where I can view the whole Truck lot. So, when I returned, Darryl was in my spot, but instead of me having to get out and convince him that he needs to move, he immediately pulled out allowing me to park.

When I went over to thank him I found out that he had been here three years ago, so he knew my M.O., i.e. Modus Operandi, saying to me, when I introduced myself, handing him a prayer card/tract: I know you, I was here three years ago, so, I began praying for Darryl again, that he might come to know The Lord!

The second Darryl is a Driver I met just met a few days ago in McD’s. He sat down across from me and his table was dirty. So, I commented on the table’s condition, smiling, and he agreed, then, asked me: Where are you Chaplain? And I responded: Right here, are you a Driver? He said: Yes, so I said: You are one of my victims, laughing, and that led to more conversation and him telling me that he was a 7th Day Adventist. He signed up for The Daily Devotional and also took our prayer card, so please pray for Darryl number two.

Darryl number three knocked on our front door yesterday as I was working on the computer, checking mail, news, weather, writing a message etc. He was looking right at me for the sun was shining brightly, on a very warm December day. He was holding a notebook and at first I though he might be peddling some kind of religion for we have all different kinds of people coming to our door here in The SC Bible Belt, for we have numerous Bible Schools, Institutes, Colleges and Universities, not to mention “A Church on every corner.”

I got up out of my recliner, set aside the computer, and when he saw me he smiled broadly and I handed him our prayer card after he gave me his business card which showed some kind of funeral insurance. He was looking for the woman next door who was not responding to his calls for she had requested him to come over. Well, the third Darryl knew The Lord telling me how his older brother led him to The Lord when he was just sixteen!

The Lord did all this to open up a number of ministry opportunities for me and to bless those who received His Word. But, He also reminded me how my older brother was very instrumental in my salvation as he told me, in 1972, “If you have any questions about God, read The Gospel of John” and read The Gospel of John I did. Eight years later, being desperate and suicidal, I read The Gospel of John, on March 7, 1980, from the Bible my wife gave me in 1973 seven years before, which I never touched until that day!

Her sister led her to the Lord almost eleven years before that in 1969, and she is the lady I asked you all to pray for a few days ago. She does not have long on this planet, but, will soon go home to be with her Lord in Heaven, for death is but A Doorway into Glory. Jesus said: “He that believes on Me shall never die” (John 11:36)! She was the one who initiated The Gospel’s power into our family for my wife called her when our marriage was on the rocks, seeing her sister’s marriage was prospering. She explained to my wife on the telephone how to be saved!

Yes, Drivers, The Lord used all of these people and then, He visited our little Mom and Pop grocery store, north of Harrisburg, in the mountains of PA, and gloriously saved my soul, after reading almost fifteen chapters of The Gospel of John, God spoke to my heart, saying: “Greater love has no man than this, that A Man lay down His Life for His friends.” (John 15:13)

All of these very significant people He put in my path in a marvelous network of events. And, think about it, you just might be the one who needs to give a tract or open your mouth and witness for The Lord, becoming a very significant person in the life of that one you encounter today as you roll down the road! “Souls for Jesus” must be our continuing battle cry, as we become more like Jesus: “Who came to seek and to save those who are lost!!”

By Rev. Larry Wolfe now with the Lord since February 10, 2019.

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