Farabaugh Family History - Person Sheet
NameMary Magdalene Farabaugh 
BirthApr 12, 1851, Munster Township, Cambria County, Pa.
DeathNov 15, 1920, Munster Township, Cambria County, Pa.
BurialCalvary Cemetery, Altoona, Pa.
FatherMichael Fehrenbacher (1808-1856)
MotherGenevieve Schramp (1812-1882)
Spouses
ChildrenGenevieve Gertrude (1873-1936)
BirthNov 21, 1856, Baden, Austria
DeathMar 6, 1947, Altoona, Pa.
BurialCalvary Cemetery, Altoona, Pa.
FatherAnton Schuettelkopf (1824-1914)
MotherMagdalene Hesser (1826-1908)
MarriageMar 3, 1878, Altoona, Pa.
Notes for Mary Magdalene Farabaugh
Known as Maggie. Died of carcinoma of the stomach. She fell ill in July of 1920 and moved in with her daughter Albina in Munster Township, in the hope of regaining her health, but died there later in the year.
Notes for Anton (Spouse 2)
Anton immigrated from Austria with his parents, three sisters and a brother in 1866 or 1867.
Anton and Mary lived in Altoona, first on 4th Avenue and then for many decades on Crawford. Early census records indicated that Anton was a policeman, carpenter and laborer. Anton later became a machinist with the Pennsylvania Railroad and worked in the eastbound repair shop in Altoona, Pa. He retired on December 1, 1926, after 54 years of service. He last lived at the home of his daughter Mary Smearman.
One of the immigrant Schuettelkopf sisters, Helen Shelby Brundage, was a poet of some renown. Her 1891 poem “Altoona” is a personal, patriotic ode.
The hills may gaze on Marathon,
And Marathon upon the sea;
And boundless organs urge upon
Man’s soul a thirst for liberty.
Yet more than all that, tongue can tell,
I feel in this heav’n haunted place;
Where ev’ry zephyr—wild winds swell—
A poem breathes of nature's grace.
My cradle stood In foreign land.
Aught there perchance my heart too be?
Where it then stood still let it stand —
My soul now bows to liberty!
And tho’ the world, both far and near,
Bade me a home to choose among
Her lands: my answer given clear:
‘‘For me, America, the strong.”
And in this land of all lands blessed
Is there a spot, more fair than this?
‘‘Thou mountain deam by God caressed,
Thou consequence of nature’s kiss!”
Altoona, fair poetic dream,
Of beauty thee the queen I call;
Both Psyche thou and Venus seem,
Wonder of constant rise and fall.
Such swelling meads, such glorious woods,
Such dreams of emerald and love!
Ah! yes, dame nature understood
To woo the vales through hills above.
The gods upon thy hills have trod.
From thence have gazed on vales below.
And kindled in the very sod
The desire, one—with Love’s warm glow.
And hills may gaze on Marathon,
And Marathon upon thh sea;
And other bards may dwell upon
The charm of waters not in thee.
Yet I forever more shall sing
To thee my songs of constant praise:
Fair Altoona—let mountains ring,
In one grand burst—thy fame to raise.
Anton and Mary lived in Altoona, first on 4th Avenue and then for many decades on Crawford. Early census records indicated that Anton was a policeman, carpenter and laborer. Anton later became a machinist with the Pennsylvania Railroad and worked in the eastbound repair shop in Altoona, Pa. He retired on December 1, 1926, after 54 years of service. He last lived at the home of his daughter Mary Smearman.
One of the immigrant Schuettelkopf sisters, Helen Shelby Brundage, was a poet of some renown. Her 1891 poem “Altoona” is a personal, patriotic ode.
The hills may gaze on Marathon,
And Marathon upon the sea;
And boundless organs urge upon
Man’s soul a thirst for liberty.
Yet more than all that, tongue can tell,
I feel in this heav’n haunted place;
Where ev’ry zephyr—wild winds swell—
A poem breathes of nature's grace.
My cradle stood In foreign land.
Aught there perchance my heart too be?
Where it then stood still let it stand —
My soul now bows to liberty!
And tho’ the world, both far and near,
Bade me a home to choose among
Her lands: my answer given clear:
‘‘For me, America, the strong.”
And in this land of all lands blessed
Is there a spot, more fair than this?
‘‘Thou mountain deam by God caressed,
Thou consequence of nature’s kiss!”
Altoona, fair poetic dream,
Of beauty thee the queen I call;
Both Psyche thou and Venus seem,
Wonder of constant rise and fall.
Such swelling meads, such glorious woods,
Such dreams of emerald and love!
Ah! yes, dame nature understood
To woo the vales through hills above.
The gods upon thy hills have trod.
From thence have gazed on vales below.
And kindled in the very sod
The desire, one—with Love’s warm glow.
And hills may gaze on Marathon,
And Marathon upon thh sea;
And other bards may dwell upon
The charm of waters not in thee.
Yet I forever more shall sing
To thee my songs of constant praise:
Fair Altoona—let mountains ring,
In one grand burst—thy fame to raise.