Earl HARTSOCK September 27, 2006 by Patty 4 Comments Earl HARTSOCK from Speers Ferry, Virginia. Earl traveled the world for many years serving in the Peace Corp. Submitted by Stephen Rhodes Share this:Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window) Related
Suzanne Kennedy says
Hello to any one knowing what year this was taken and to whom his parents might be. I am trying to find out about my history on my mother’s side of the family. She never told me about her side even after me questioning. So now it is all a mystery to me. All are Hartsocks. Thanks. S.Kennedy
I worked with Earl in 1975, in Iran, but not in the Peace Corps. My guess is that he was a well-worked 50 at that time, so I’d take a guess that he is about 30 in this photo, making my guess the picture was taken in the mid-1950s, before the Peace Corps was established. I had to fire him from our job in Iran when he failed to report to work for a week, but he was a likable man with sparkling blue eyes and a propensity for laughter. I don’t guess he laughed much when he thought of me, though. Too bad, because he is a nice man.
Karen Bauer says
my grandma was francis Ethel hartsock-roush seems to have to be a relation . Town was small . She was born 1902 died 1962 she lived in Indiana when she left and there’s where I get stuck on her side I know a little something about me grandpa Lester zarry roush her hubby. Maybe ya know more then me about hartsocks ty in advance
David Brickey Bloomer says
Earl was a friend of my father. I met him when I was young. He beguiled me with a shoe box full of old monochrome photos from Afghanistan, India and Iran; old passports and papers with wax seals and humanitarian stories of service… He and it were some of my first inspirations towards making humanitarian work my life, which I have done. I have worked for many years in both India and Afghanistan as a humanitarian. I have been overseas now for so long…that I have lost touch with all these roots. If anyone has any information, old photos, stories, etc…. I would love to hear them.