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Guarding Lincoln: Private Bruno Albaugh, Co. K, 150th Pennsylvania Infantry

Mary Todd Lincoln, Robert Todd Lincoln, and Tad Lincoln surround Abraham Lincoln. A portrait of Willie, the Lincolns' deceased son, hangs on the wall. 1 I've been noodling about my Aunt Sharon's family tree the past few weeks, extending her family back a couple of generations. This week, I discovered an unknown family story: that of her great-grandfather, Bruno Albaugh , a German immigrant from Meadville, Crawford Co., Pennsylvania.  Bruno, born about 1836, enlisted in the Union Army on 15 August 1862 in Meadville. 2 He may have seen notices like the one shown below pasted around town and like many other men of his age and condition, 26 years old and unattached, he heeded the call to arms. Perhaps it was patriotism that spurred him or a longing for adventure away from his farming life in Meadville. Maybe he wished to join forces with  his friends and neighbors who also enlisted that day from his community or felt passionate about the Union's cause. The bounty offere...
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BUTTER COOKIES

Mom's Butter Cookies, displayed on a poinsettia plate which she hand-painted in 1958.

By Nancy Gilbride Casey

For as long as I can remember, there have been Mom's Butter Cookies for Christmas. Sometime in the late 1960s or early 1970s, my mom, Ann Gilbride, purchased an aluminum cookie press, and began to make dozen upon dozen of butter cookies each holiday. Grandparents, siblings, cousins, aunts, uncles and so many of her friends and co-workers enjoyed those cookies over the years, either at our home or in cookie packets made up to be taken home. Everyone knows what you're talking about when you mention the Butter Cookies.

They would fill cookie tins and plates, row upon row of them: little Christmas trees decorated with green sugar sprinkles, star-shaped ones with not one, but exactly two chocolate chips pressed together in the center (Mom was pretty particular that they look that way), and of course, the little gingerbread-man shaped ones, with a cinnamon heart in the center.

The smell of those butter cookies baking is one of my favorite memories of Christmas, and one, luckily, I have been able to continue. Mom gave me a plastic cookie press at one point, so the kids got to make the cookies too.

After Mom passed in 2010, I asked for her cookie gun when we were going through her house. But the next holiday, one piece of it slipped down into the garbage disposal and bent, making it unusable. I still had the plastic cookie press she had given me, so we still had cookies. But it wasn't quite the same. Last year, the plastic press gave out—its discs cracking, the press mechanism stripped.

But this year, I found the same vintage aluminum model as hers on eBay and bought it. So, I will make the butter cookies again in a tradition which has been ongoing for about 50 years now. My kids Anne and James will help decorate.

If you have a cookie press, and want to recreate Mom's Butter Cookies, here's her recipe:

MOM'S BUTTER COOKIES
1 lb. unsalted butter, softened
1 c. sugar
2 eggs
5 c. pre-sifted flour.

1. Cream butter and eggs well
2. Add eggs and mix
3. Add flour 1 cup at a time (dough will be really thick)
4. Separate dough into 4 equal parts. Using food coloring, dye each batch of dough a different color. Mom used yellow. blue, green and red, to make pastel-colored cookies. (You will have to work color into dough with your hands, and yes, having your hands streaked with dye for a few days is part of the tradition!).
5. Using cookie press, press out a variety of shapes onto ungreased cookie sheets. Decorate as desired.
6. Bake at 350F degree for 10-15 minutes.


Merry Christmas to all!



Until next time... 





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