September 7, 1896

Dear Children:

I thout to write to you all to let you know we are alive.  Mother is not up yet it is now cuming daylight now then take good care of those children I think of you all every day now be good.  We are having a very rainy time the streams are full and flowing over it rains a lot every other day or night.  My health is fair your mother complains a good deal Newton and Luther's children are going to school every day Luther is doing well now I guess Roland is alive we have not seen him for as much as a month so good by for this time.

Yours Samuel Hartt

There were Hartts who came here in the Loyalist migration of 1783, and there were Hartts here before the Revolution. The latter were anything but loyal in sentiment during that war, and one of them, Jonathan Hartt, in 1775, most vehemently denounced the British ruler and was tried for treason at Maugerville in Sunbury County, N.B.  Thomas Hartt, who came to New Brunswick from Essex County, Mass in 1762 was the male progenitor of the preloyalist Hartts of this province, and I presume the disloyal Jonathan was a son or brother of his.  A Loyalist soldier named Joseph Hartt settled in York County near Fredericton, and two other Loyalists named John and Samuel settled at Burton near Oromocto in Sunbury County.  I cannot be sure whence these Loyalists came from, but I think that Joseph came from St. John in 1813 at the age of sixty, but I do not know whether he was a Loyalist or not; he was born in Scotland.  About a century ago there was a Baptist clergyman named Rev. Samuel Hartt who resided in Carlton County, in this province, (St. John, N.B.) after who it is thought Hartland was named.  I note that your grandfather and great-grandfather were named Samuel.  I do not know who were the ancestors and descendants of the Hartland cleric.

Mr. R. T. Hartt, 1253 McGill College Ave., Montreal, vice president of Zellers, has written me that he is the son of Julius, who died a few months ago, (1942) and a grandson of the Rev. Aaron Hartt.  The latter’s brother, Guy, is living in Brockton and brother Bert in North Dakota.  Julius’s sister, Florence, died young, and sister Minnie married a Norris and lives in Boston, and sister Helen married a Gleason and lives in London, Ontario.

(Unsigned)

From Mrs. R. S. Duclos

10229-121St

Edmonton, Alberta

March 28, 1942

Dear Carrie:

I have just written Florence (Hazen). I had such a nice letter from her asking me to the reunion and Aubrey wants me to go.  However, it is a long way off yet and anything may happen, but I would dearly love to go.  She asked for Lillian’s address and also about Uncle Frank’s family. You knew Uncle Frank’s two daughters live in Hanna, didn't you?  Both are married and very fine people.

I'd be so very grateful if you could tell me what you know of the Hartt family.  I seem to know such a little bit of my ancestors and I long to know more.

Have you definitely decided not to go east?  It would be wise if we could go down together.  Aubrey is so busy he says he will be unable to go.

I was looking though Canada's "Who's Who" the other day and I found Julius Hartt’s son Robert Tillotson Hartt, B.Sc., Vice-president and assistant-general-manager of the Zeller Stores throughout Canada.  I sent Florence his address. It is 1253 McGill College Street. Montreal, Quebec.

I know it is hard getting into the U.S.A. but I have my passport and used already. Aubrey arranges that every year.  It's hard to take money over but I happen to know where I can get money over there.  So that would be taken care of.

Do wish I could see you and have a good old talk.  Did you know Lorraine’s son Billy Burns enlisted two weeks ago. He is up here in the air force. He is just 18 and such a child and stand over six feet tall.

Well I must go to bed.  I'll be so glad if you will send me what you can of the Hartts.

Lovingly,

Mamie

Jacksontown, N.B.

Dec 11, 1915

Dear Daughter Carrie:

I write to you and Mackley on account of your Sad experience as we have lost or has gone before us 4 of our children of different ages or stages we may readily understand something of your Sorrow.  But lo they are gone to fairer pastures that a wondrous Saviour doth prepare we may go to them they cannot come to us.  We tarry here in the vale so varied with sunshine and shadows until the Great Master of assembles bids us over the crossing to the waiting glorified.  We are reminded of the Admonition "Let not your affections upon earth or things of the earth which do fade as a leaf.

Bed is hurrying us about our letters so must say fare well and see that ye fall not out by the way.

Yours in Hope and Trust,

From Father (Henry Hartt)

Jacksontown, N.B.

March 2, 1916

Dear daughter Carrie:

As our children grow less, I want to think the more of those remaining, more although separated by cruel distances how sad that Pearl must leave us in so untimely a way as it naturally appears to us.  But she has gone to greener pastures which the Lord the Saviour doth prepare although she may not come to us, yet we may though God's bountiful grace go to her someday.

I do not know what in particular more to write.  But I should like exceedingly well to visit you in your far off retreat.

May the blessing of Him of the burning bush attend you and yours.

Kiss the little one tenderly for me.  Love to Mackley and Thurston.

Your loving father,

Henry Hartt

Woodstock. New Brunswick

Jan 14, 1920

Dear Carrie and Mackley:

Your of January 2nd is at hand, was glad to hear from you. You can imagine me sitting by the stove dressed in a kimono. I am having quite a sick or rather weak spell. Took the bed the Sunday before New Years and have been there most of the time since. Nettie came Monday afternoon and was very welcome as aunt Olive was nearly played out. I have good care; don't know when ever I had such a sick spell.

Will tell you the episode I had Sunday. Was taking a bath, thinking how much stronger I was...when lo I toppled over struck the bridge of my nose on the back of my chair and lay with chair, wash bowl and all in a helpless heap and blood pouring from my nose. Olive came to my rescue and soon landed me into bed. The outcome was two black eyes, which rather disfigured my looks. Marion has been in to see me oftener than any of my neighbours.

Bedford has no man just now, but will thresh, perhaps tomorrow and would like 4 men to go to work in the woods, Monday to get lumber for his barn. We got $1080 for his hay but it cost him a lot. Potatoes are bringing $5.50 per bushel. Bedford is too busy to bother with his.

We are having cold weather but very nice, no storms. Have no word from Thurston, of course, if I was around it would be different. I will close write.

Much Love

PA. Hartt

R.R. # 6

Woodstock, N.B.

April 15, 1945

Dear Carrie:

    I have been thinking a lot about you and intended to have a letter off before this.  Ruby said you were not at all well.  I am so sorry.  There is so much sickness and trouble everywhere.  There is only one way to look for comfort.  My brother Ward as you may know is very very poorly has been for over a year.  Heart trouble and cancer.  He was getting around a little and Sadie took down with her heart.  He waited on her and she got around but not all strong.  Ward took down again.  He was just able to be around up again when he took a very bad spell and she got him to bed, She just called it a "bad spell" but I heard through others it was a slight shock.  I don't mention it to her what I heard for I don't think she knows it.  It would be something more to add to her trouble...but she tells me his mind isn't clear, he forgets, don't remember things he should, asks her over and over the same things.  Then I got word my sister-in-law Frank's wife is very low.  Her blood turned to water.  She was very frail for sometime but all of a sudden she went down hill.  Dr. has no hope of her.  So it is trouble, trouble everywhere...but God still lives and He doth not afflict--willingly but for our profit.  He is all-wise and we can safely trust Him.  What would we do without Him? 

 I was just reading your last letter over.  Yes, I believe God heals in different ways, through remedies sometimes, sometimes otherwise.  He knows best.  I have been reading a book on Faith.  A missionary who travelled all over, China, Japan and different parts of the world and how God did supply every need.  How she claimed His promises and never once did He fail her.  Oh we have a wonderful Saviour and Deliverer.  I do believe we just claim a promise as we would an earthly parent and just rest on it for He never fails.  He will do His part...So many times He said to Ask and Receive.  Make your requests known, with thanksgiving but ask in His name.  Oh I believe the more we dig in His great Gold Mine, the richer it becomes.  We just live around the edges.  Mother use to sing, "Since my eyes are fixed on Jesus, I've lost sight of all beside & "c".  Oh Carrie, I believe we live far beneath our privileges don't you?

I wrote to Flora and sent her a Birthday Card a while ago. I thot then now I must write to Carrie...but oh so much to take our attention I put it off but I have been thinking of you and praying that God will restore but anyway we are safe in His keeping.  I read a short time ago of a man telling of his wife's sickness and death.  They were missionaries.  He said he went to the hospital and the Dr. said, "She is in a coma and won't be able to speak to you again".  The man said, he went into another room and prayed that God would let her speak to him once more.  And when he went back to see her he took her by the hand and said "Nellie" she opened her eyes and looked at him and he said "Nellie you came very near leaving me." She said, " I knew it" and he said "How near?"  She said, "Oh I saw Jesus, the most wonderful Being I ever saw.  There is a stream and He is making a crossing for me. Then she sang "The toils of the road will seem nothing when I get to the end of the way". The husband sang a verse of the "Eastern Gate"  I forget the words now but he would meet her there.  Do you know that hymn?  Wish I could remember it.  Then she slipped away.  How BEAUTIFUL!

Well we had a very hot spell last week.  70 degrees in the shade for two days then yesterday it came around so cold with a big gale...the temperature dropped 40 degrees. Today we are glad to have a good fire.  I expect we will hear of many sick with colds.  Mae is still nursing in town.  Maria and I are holding forth house cleaning and Dave does chores.  Had his 80th birthday last month.  Our baby Vernon is growing fine, will be a year old next month.  Winston goes to school and is getting along fine.  Dibblee Smiths have sold out and gave to Lakeville.  Red Cross is still going strong and Ladies Aid has revived since Mr. & Mrs. Allaly came in the field.  They are well liked.  I haven't seen Ruby lately but I talk to her quite often over the phone.  I don't think she is extra strong. 

Well I think I have told you that neighbourhood news.  Dave owes Mack a letter but don't expect it for he never writes to anyone.  He has been having dizzy spells this spring. 

Well now Carrie, hope to hear you are improving wonderfully.  Would love to see you, hope you can come in again sometime you and "Dick".

Regards to him.  Tell him to come on and we will have some more salmon.

    Well now I will leave you.  Excuse my awful scribble.  How is Florence and all the rest?

With Love from

Louise A.

Woodstock, N.B.

Feb 4, 1945

My dear Florence:

Congratulations on the birth of your dear baby girl!  I expect you and Don are justly proud of her.  We all sincerely hope you are both fine, No doubt you are home and we hope are steadily gaining in strength and Carole dear is growing.

This is Sunday evening and as usual the three boys are home.

We have had a very cold January and so far also February.  The snow is very deep and traffic isn't very good today.  Roads were plowed out yesterday, but only wide enough for 1 car to go at once. We had a nice rain the first of January but none since.

The radio is on and the war news etc. is on.  It will be fine if this war will end soon.

We had 2 letters from Flora and I must write her soon.  I must write your mother a few lines in this too, so I will close.

Your loving,

Aunt Ruby   P.S.  Don't get too smart, It doesn't pay.

Woodstock, N.B.

June 3, 1945

My dear Sister:

We are sure glad you are now with Carrie and can see her, talk to her and help minister to her.  It is grand you could get out there to her.  We too would love to see her but I cannot.

This is Sunday evening and the others have gone to bed except Bedford and I.

Today has been fine but very cold. We have had a lot of rain and some snow.  Bedford has a lot of his crop in, but still some to do.  He is writing you so perhaps he will tell you.  My brother has cut about 100 bushels of potatoes.  He has finished cutting here now.

The District meetings start tomorrow evening to continue all day Tuesday.  The Young People have tomorrow evening.  Paul was appointed by Mr. Allabey to read the Scripture.  They were practicing singing at the church tonight, but Paul had a little cold so did not go.  Guess he'll be all right tomorrow evening.

Bedford saw Bessie and Dibble Smith.  Bessie told him her mother is failing and also Mrs. Steve Sherwood  (Dora Rockwell's mother is not very well)

We are all quite well.  Wish we lived handier to Carrie but it is no good to wish. I know you'll write us as soon as you can and tell us how Carrie is.  Give her my love.

Will try and write again soon to Florence too.

Your loving sister.

Ruby

Woodstock, N.B.

May 31, 1947

My dear Flo, Don, Toot Toot:

Whenever I look at the snaps, I get homesick to see Toot Toot.  Tonite two beautiful children brought a note and Hymn book from their mother, asking me to play tomorrow, but I had to decline.  I cut my finger today while cutting potatoes, but said D.V. I would play next Sunday.

I shall give them a musical.

All the young people call me Uncle Dick, the young married ones also.  I feel quite tickled over it.  I haven't had much time for painting, so much to do that I can help in.  Such a lot of potatoes to cut yet.  I have over 200 bus. of potatoes.  The trees are looking most beautiful, the plum trees are in full bloom, the apple trees are loaded with blossom buds.  Looks as if they will have a big crop of fruit.

Glad to hear the chicks are going ahead.  How is Grandma Clark making out?

I sent the Maple Syrup on the 29th.

Have decided to go to Boston, the 10 or 11th.  Aunt Flora wants me to go on a picnic.

Is Don's grandfather and grandmother dead?  His Father's people I mean.  You would like a visit there, nice country.  You might send me the address of the other girl, Jean's sister.  I might call on them when I return.  It’s in the peace country.

I have the funny chin yet; it sure is a strange chin.  I don't know how to describe it.  The boys have gone to town.  I went to town the other day in the bus and returned cost me 80 cents.  That would be 16 miles.

What about our road, any signs in sight that they going to finish it?  How are Thur, Dorothy and Ken?  Any new buildings in town?  Has Thur plenty of work in town?

We are having lots of rain and cold weather.

Your Dad

R.R. # 6

Woodstock, New Brunswick

June 4, 1947

Dear Flo, Don and toot toot:

Yes, I have the snaps where I can see them all the time. I love to look at Carole, she looks so cute. 

Am sorry about the frost, there was a frost here last nite,  I don't think it did any damage.

I am very sorry about Jess not being ?  I had told Jen to be on the look out for Joe.  Did Joe say anything about Uncle Bill and Miss Hall?

Yes, Willie lives here.  John Mallory takes me to Church next Sunday morning.  Am very pleased about the inspectors report. 

Now I want you to take $5.00 out of my pension and put it into toot toot's account, be sure and do it.  Glad to hear that Thur and Ed have so much work.  I know I should be home and doing work.  How is the seeding?  Are the sloughs full?  Am playing at the Baptist Church next Sunday nite. 

We have had a lot of rain again.  I may be going to Fredericton shortly.  We are pealing poles, quite a job.  I'm still in the choir.

Isn't the year going fast,? Soon be the 21st of June.  Yes, Dorothy has her work cut out.

The apple trees are beginning to look nice.  I suppose the frost killed the plum blossom.  Did that Crab tree near the chicken house have any blossoms?  Also the crab tree at the north end where the big crab trees are?  Do you think the crab trees missed the frost?

We have a lot of spuds to put in yet.  And more seed to sow. 

Flora sent me word not to go on date that was settled, a family is making a holiday of it there, she says the cook grumbles when there are extras, so really I don't care whether I go or not.  I don't believe I shall as they are coming here early in July so that I shall see them then.

Ruby is worked to death.  So Much to do.  Bedford hurt his side today, fell on a snag in the woods.  Do you think you will get electricity?  Paul goes to High school now.

I've never gotten a letter from Thur.

Well so Long,

Dad

The Methodist Church

Northern District, Dakota Conference

Albert Hartt, Pastor

Gary and Clear Lake, S. Dakota

Dear Flora & William (The Hazens were missionaries to India from 1900 to 1942)

It does interest me to know through your communication that the Estey family has a New England background. It came to me as a sort of legend that the Hartt’s left N.E. in the days of the War for Independence of the colonies, because of Loyalist adherence; but no mention has been made in my hearing of such origins concerning the Estey side of the family.

While with my father on two evangelistic trips in New Brunswick, one when I was a boy of fourteen, and the other when a youth of nineteen, I learned, as I could have done in another way or time … learned through conversations with him, and in hearing many people at that time speak of my grandfather and his ministry --- a great deal concerning his ministry and personality, and, very especially, concerning his gift as a singer of the Gospel, and the influence of his sons in effecting the conversion of large numbers of people. But from with source, either from father or the persons met in those times, I learned nothing of my grandfather’s background, excepting (shall we say?) his miraculous rescue from drowning in the St. John River and his immediate conversion while crossing the river on flowing ice to care for his father’s stock on the island now known as Hartt’s Island. So, limited as is my information regarding the origin of either side of my father’s family, yet having strong desire to possess whatever of definite information is available, I shall be very grateful for even the scantest knowledge concerning the backgrounds of the Hartt’s ministry.

In the provinces of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia as one of the leaders in the Free Baptist movement of early years, I hold him in reverence. Though the years I have thanked God for Samuel and Aaron and revere their memory somewhat as Jacob thanked God for Abraham and Isaac and revered their memory, and have prayed that through my son and grandson the glorious Gospel of Christ may be effectively lived and proclaimed as through my father and grandfather.

And now, may I inquire of my cousin Florence (Flora) as to whether she remembers the boy of seven years, named Bertie, who, with Nellie Hartt, visited Laura Hartt and Uncle James Loomer during the winter of 1881-3? How well I remember Uncle Henry and Aunt Phoebe, your brother Harry and sister Pearl. And your house with its doors with brass knobs and the trundle-bed in which I slept while there.! My dislike even of the taste of tobacco derives from a tiny piece of tobacco, which a hired man of Uncle Henry’s forced into my mouth, which made me sick at my stomach. Was it not Cousin Phoebe who was taken ill and died while teaching school in New Brunswick, funeral services for whom I attended in Jacksontown while pastor in Houlton, Me.? It was during that service that Uncle Henry, standing beside the casket of his daughter, gave a ringing testimony to the power of Christ to save and keep. I had never before, nor have I since, heard such a testimony given at such a time, nor, under any circumstances a more soul-moving witnesses for the Saviour.

About the Hartt reunion in Boston, Mass. Some of you must have deeply sensed the presence of Samuel, Henry, Aaron, Samuel the 2^nd, John, Phoebe, Helen, Mary and many others who are with God and are yet, more deeply than ever, interested in all that concerns their descendants and successors.

I am grateful for the "form" and letter, which made possible this renewing of memories, and the continuing, I hope of contact with one another. May God richly bless you both, and ever more richly their precious memories which are yours. !

Sincerely, your cousin,

Albert Hartt (also called Bertrand)

Dear Mrs. Hazen:

You probably will not know me, but I remember your father, when I was a boy near Jacksonville and have known Mrs. Schurman and Helen Good intimately. I also married your sister Carrie in Calgary ( this is Caroline and Richard Syson m. 1907) I was very sorry to hear of her passing.

When in Montreal last. R. T. Hartt, vice-president of Zeller's Limited was asking me about you. He had heard you were arranging a gathering of the Hartts. R.T. Hartt is a grandson of Aaron Hartt and a son of Julius Hartt. I fancy he would be a second cousin of yours. He is a very fine type, an Anglican I think.

If such a gathering is in propect. I should appreciate it if you will let me know. I should like to know also the Mission field in which you worked and the Board under which you worked.

With Best Wishes

Yours sincerely

Rev. F.W. Petterson

138 Hancock St.,

Auburndale, Mass.

4th April 1942

Dear cousin Alice,

Will you forgive me for addressing you? Your father knew me, though not for very long. I can remember his coming to the old home farm in Jacksontown, N.B. and where my brother Bedford and his family are still living.

The greater part of my life has been spent in the Marathe Mission in India, but now my husband and I have reached the age where missionaries are expected to retire, so we have settled down in a missionary house at the above address. We are trying to promote a project here which is no less than to get as many as possible of our Hartt kith and kin to come together in Nonna Bega Park, next door to this place on the 20th of next June for a picnic dinner. We should love to meet and greet as many as possible of your father's descendants as can manage the journey.

Maimie Duclos sent me your address. This note please consider for the both of you. I understand you have 4 young charmers and she has one, is that right? I am sorry never to have had the privilege of meeting your mother. We shall appreciate it so much if you would send me the names and addresses of your brothers. Am I right in thinking Carl and Kenneth to be their names?

Hoping to hear from you soon,

I remain your coz,

Florence Hartt Hazen

June 26, 1944

Mr. Wm. Hazen,

139 Hancock St.

Auburndale, 66, Mass.

Dear Cousin:

I am sorry indeed not to have acknowledged your letter of May 29^th more promptly. Unfortunately, I have been away from my office for some little time on a trip to the West Coast. Incidentally, I visited with cousin Helen Duclos at Edmonton, Alberta.

Unfortunately, my memory is not altogether clear with respect to the marriage dates of my sisters, the birth dates of their children, etc., ad hence I think it might be best if you contacted them direct. My younger sister Harriet has one child, Gretchen, and my older sister, Pauline, has two adopted children.

I am sure that my Aunt Helen Gleason at London, Ontario will be only too glad to give all the data in connection with her family.

With best regards and looking forward to meeting you one of these days.

Sincerely yours,

Robert Hartt

Dear Robert:

I trust this letter finds you in the best of health with ? quite recovered from her hospital experience and the children well.

I am the same happy state owing to the patient care which Mrs. Beardsley gives me of which I fear I am not worthy.

NOW AS TO HISTORY:

You are quite right in surmise as regards that Camp Meeting, since your grandfather did have a very fine voice and used it to good advantage as you say in bringing the stray sheep back into the fold. And I myself was the young man who played the organ. The other young man, Tillotson Pettigill, was our dearly beloved friend, after whom you were named.

Your original ancestors were Hungarian, but for generations they had resided in England and became known as Englishmen. Your great grandfathers were merchants and clergyman. They settled in Salem, Mass. U.S.A. One of your ancestors was a witch and she was tried and condemned. Her name was Estey. Your great grandfather ‘s name was Samuel. This is a traditional name. He was a clergyman and he had a very strong voice, and they do say that his voice could be heard for a mile. He was something of a tyrant for he did horsewhip his sons when they were bad. This gentleman settled near Fredericton in New Brunswick. This branch of the family kept the double "T" and were Loyalists.

The early settlers were quite given to Scriptural names such as John, Samuel, Judah and Thomas. One brother’s name was Richard. He settled in St. John N.B. This ancestor Richard was blind. Fred Hartt, son of Richard was a great geologist. He had a son Rollin and a daughter Mary. They were and are writers. Richard had a daughter

Mary who was a very fine singer.

One brother’s name was Samuel. He had a son who married an Estey. Judah was a bachelor. He settled in Butte Montana. Dell had three daughters, Nettie, Nellie (Wannie) and Laura. He had one son who died in infancy.

One branch of the family dropped the double "T". They were merchants in Boston, Mass. John Hart signed the Declaration of Independence. One of his descendants was a distinguished Mayor of Boston in my time. 

The Rev. Samuel Hartt was one of the Founders of the Free Christian Baptist denomination in New Brunswick. The Rev. Aaron Hartt, your grandfather, founded the Reformed Baptist denomination in N.B. These sects, as you know believed in baptism by immersion. I well remember witnessing this ceremony performed in the cold, cold water of the St. John river in the dead of winter.

Rev. John Hartt had a remarkable memory. They do say that he could recite portions of the New Testament by heart.

Dell Hartt had also a wonderful memory and I very much remember hearing him recite poetry.

Rev. Henry Hartt had a daughter Flora who married a Hazen who was and for all I know a missionary in India.

Caroline Hartt married a Good. Her children were Clara, George, and Helen.

The children of Clarissa were Carrie, Nettie, Samuel and Alice

Samuel Hartt married Mary Ann Hayes who had children, Rowland, Adelia, Newton, Luther, Bertha, Lillian and Frank.

John Hartt, my father’s brother was a famous physician and surgeon in Elmira, New York. He attended President Garfield after his assassination. He was a friend of Mark Twain.

Mary Hartt has written a history of the Hartt Family. Harriett has her address.

Dictated by Julius Hartt

138 Hancock St.

Auburnadale 66, Mass

July 9, 1947

Dear Relatives one and all:

We were grieved that the 14^th of June turned out to be so threatening for our Hartt Reunion. Of those who were brave enough to come, five were not here the year before. They were John and Florence Farrar with their sons Richard and Robert of Uncle Aaron’s line and John Hartt Gordon Jr. of Uncle Samuels tribe. Clifton has not been present on either occasion. We are glad to learn that after a season of military service he is going to be a "soldier in the Army of the Lord."

Florence and Don Clark, children of my sister Carrie and Richard Syson from Alberta sent a congratulatory telegram for the occasion of the 14^th, and they are hoping that they may be able to come with their small daughter (Carole) for the next meeting in 1948.

On the two occasions in 1946 & 1947, fifty in all of the descendants of our grandparents Rev. Samuel and Mary Hartt have been present. Uncle Samuel’s family with 26, Aunt Clara’s with 12, Uncle Aaron’s with 8 and my father Henry’s with 4.

As you all know, it has been my good fortune to have lived my life in one of the "hot spots" of the world, in a land where the "family has ranked very high in the life of the people, where progeny has been just about worshiped. Katherine Mayo, whose book "Mother India" some of you may have read, put her finger on a very sore spot, one that the rabid nationalists were anxious to keep concealed from the outside world. At any rate, my life there has made me conscious of my need to get better acquainted with members of my own family. All this has made me wonder whether we are as aware of each other as our grandparents of sainted memory would have us to be.

This is what has driven me, and my friend Husban to nobly co-operate in this effort, to make us know each other better. We have fallen upon troublous times in this poor distraught world…where we all hear much about "One World". Why should not the Hartt clan follow the example set by many families, and plan a get together at least once a year, and take counsel as to how we may justify our existence.

One of the firm convictions that I took to India in 1900 was that the best way to spend one’s life was to teach little children. I think I can truly say that my great interest in life is in the art of human living. We all need a "guru" TEACHER.

I have studied and searched with care all religions to find a "guru" that surpasses our Lord Jesus Christ. So far, I have found no one that excels HIM. In doing this, I am convinced that it was the faith of our grandparents, and so I think that their descendants should agree that in Christ lies the hope of the world.

Faithfully yours,

Florence Hartt Hazen

D. R. Hartt

PO Box 340

Three Hills, AB TOM 2AO

Sept. 10th, 1991

Dear Jeffrey:

"I will bless the Lord, at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth". Ps. 34:1.

Thank you for your very interesting letter, and the good Pictures of the various folk at Steve and Liz's wedding, which were very nice.

You asked a number of questions, and I shall try to answer as well as I can: I am enclosing an abbreviated copy of the large family tree which Estella Hartt gave me many years ago and which I gave to Allan Hartt, who made up this abbreviated copy. In it I fail to find any mention of an Edmund Hartt, and you are the first one to mention his name to me. Where did you get his name? I am also enclosing a copy of a bit of family history which my father gave me; which he wrote up when he was in his late 70s or early 8Os. You will note that his handwriting was still excellent. He was a bookkeeper and accountant by trade. His family record quite agrees with what we get in the family tree, which I doubt that he ever saw, although he and Estella were well acquainted with each other, having met once or twice. Estella lived at Arrow Park, B.C., while father lived at Tacoma, Wash.

You can contact Allan and Olive Hartt at 308 E. Alderwood Street, Coupeville, Wa. 98239; 206-678-6345; and he would be glad to help you.

You are certainly free to give any of this information to the curator of the USS Constitution, as you see fit.  I am not sure that any of this is new to them.  For your information I will mention that in 1764 Jonathan Hartt moved from Lynn, Mass. to Maugerville, N.B., which is part of Fredericton, N.B., I believe.  He along with many others formed what were called "Loyalists" and moved to Canada, rather that to take up arms against England. They gave up all their property in the U.S.  My father told me that one of the Hartts had owned Statton Island, but gave it up as a loyalist and went to Canada.

I was really interested in the picture of you and Johanna and I trust that if you two should consider marriage that you will seek the Lord's guidance in this most crucial step in life. I am very thankful that the Lord led your grandmother and me together, and that the Lord gave us 71 years and 9 months of happy life together, and I praise the Lord for it.

Now concerning my father's background; you will note that his father was a schoolteacher, who suffered much from Asthma, and my father had to go to work at an early age, and served as bookkeeper and accountant, serving the logging companies of N.B. The Lord saved him at 25 years of age, after which he had a great hunger for the Word of God, and studied his bible a great deal. He married at 34 years of age Letitia Ann Wilson daughter of William Wilson and Eliza Davidson. Their first two children Eliza and Harold Bruce were born at Blackville N.B. Eliza 1886, and Bruce 1887. In 1888 they moved to Minnesota where Fred and Frank were born 1889 and 1890 respectively, they moved in 1891 to White Birch, Wis., where were born Katherine 1891, Paul 1892 and Roy 1894 just two days after my sister Eliza died of brain fever, or consumption of the brain, (but I suspect that it was a brain tumor), for at that time little was known about these things. Father's work took him from lumber camp to lumber camp in all kinds of weather from 40° below zero or rain or shine, and in the winter he had to carry his snow shoes, skates, bedding, books etc., together with his rifle for he often met bears and other animals. Two of his three sisters whom he had financed through normal school had moved out to Washington and had reported what a nice mild climate they had found, together with the growing lumber industry there and they urged him to try to effect a transfer out to the Pacific Coast: so he applied for a transfer ( the firm he worked for in Wisconsin was a subsidiary of the largest lumbering company on the pacific coast) and he was encouraged that it would come through, so in Feb. 1898 he sent Mother and us six children together with my mother's sister to help her on the journey from St. Paul, Minn. to Tacoma, Wa. by Northern Pacific train. Father waited nearly 2 years and found that he could not gee a transfer, he quit is job and came to Tacoma in June 1900 during a severe recession and no work available. In 1901 father was able to get work at the N.P. Rly. shops sorting scrap metals in So. Tacoma and later got some clerical work, and later became clerk of the boiler shop, which he retained until they retired him at 73 years of age.

My Father and Mother were devout Christians, and I thank God for their Godly influence on all of us children; for we had bible reading and prayer at the breakfast table in the morning and also after supper i~ the evening, and at each time we sang one or two hymns, which have stayed with me to this day, and I love to sing them over today. This was a wonderful heritage which they left me, and I thank God for it today.

At work my father would organize a bible study group w ho would meet during one noon hour per week, and study the Word of God, as well as preach on the streets where there was an opportunity, and in halls and churches when given the opportunity.

He died at 88 years of age (nearly 89), but happy in our wonderful Lord and Saviour.

Jeff! I wish that I could quietly talk with you, and explain to you the blessedness of having all your sins forgiven and having true peace with God, and knowing for sure just where you will spend eternity; it is truly wonderful.

Again thanking you for writing me, and trusting that this will find you well, and also Johanna, and with much love,

Grandpa Hartt

Sept. 5th, 1991

Dear Children, Grandchildren and relatives:

"O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is good; for His mercy endureth forever". Ps. 107:1.

I have held off writing until I had more to write: I am feeling very well, sleep very well, eat well, and am holding my weight at about 135 to 137, which I consider quite satisfactory.

I had a nice visit from Dave a while back, which I enjoyed very much; and Brad and Ruth came August 20th and have been here until this morning when they left at 8:45 a.m. We had many lovely times together, among which was a trip out west to the Raven Rearing Station, where they rear many of the Rainbow trout which they plant in the many dams and ponds which the government stocks in Alberta. I first saw this facility about 1950~ when at our "bush-camp" where P.B.I. logged and cut their own lumber. It was then possible to view the many sizes of fingerlings as they were being raised, but to day this is all done under cover and quarantine, so that you do not see that, but we were able to see the two or more large ponds where they have the large brooding trout from 18" to 24" long from which they take the spawn each year for hatching. One pool had from 15 to 20 of these large trout swimming around in it; the other had not so many.

The topography of the area is very much like at Banff; with a large stream about two feet wide and six inches deep flowing right out of the hilside, which is the water they use throughout the facility. The area is beautiful, and Brad and Ruth enjoyed it very much.

I enjoyed two trips out to the Red Deer river, one with Brad and Ruth to the Morin Bridge, and one to the Toleman Bridge where we had lunch with Brad and Ruth, Bob and Eleanor Spaulding (Ruth's oldest sister) and Paul and Barbara (Ruth's youngest Brother and his wife). We had a very lovely time.

Yesterday we went to Linden for our noon meal together, and then went west to the "Midway Centennial Dam" where Mother and I used to go fishing quite often; here we fished (i did) but did not get a bite. We saw a couple who caught three. Then last evening Brad, Ruth and I went to the pool and had a lovely swim, which climaxed our visit. I enjoyed it all to the hilt.

While they were here I purchased a new Cassette recorder and also a new radio; which replaced worn out equipment.

As mentioned in my previous letter, I have put all travel plans on "hold" for the present, and if anything shall develop I will let you know.

I am praising the Lord for His many, many mercies to me day by day, and trust that this will find you all quite well and rejoicing in our wonderful Lord and Saviour. With

much love,

Daddy, Grandpa Hartt

Perth, N. B.

Mar. 25/29

My Dear Sister Lettie,

You will excuse my writing on this paper I know, as I wish to send you this report just out by our sister Jessie Baker daughter of my old friends Mr. & Mrs. Chas. Baker of Boston. You may have met Mr. Zimmerman of Cal. And any way will be interested in the report.

Your nice letter written first of this year was duly read and it gave me much cheer & comfort concerning you & family. Only poor Sylvia & hers are again homeless it seems.

This P.M. is four years since I arrived at Carries’ home, and as I told Carrie this morning the longest time I was ever in one house, but one, in my life except in the old – Ferry house from 13 to 18 yrs. of age, and Carrie said "You have not had these four years unbroken". At the burning of her house I was away in Haverhill & at the old teaching places here in N.B. over six months. When one thinks of Carrie in our house, ________? In one room all the years since they bought this house. The comparison is great. Carrie read your letter with interest too. She remembers Fred & Sherwood in school in Douglas though they were younger than she. Carrie says she hears from you thru me so yields to her laziness & does not write to you. She has had three of her family away most of the time and writes to them as often as she can, & she writes to very few outside.

Now I stopped her from dinner, Carrie & I just cleared away. Jessie comes home to dinner in time to set the table and do quite a number of things then takes the mail to P. O. on her way back to school at 1:30 & stops & gets mail on return. I am so glad to know you have all been spared in usual health. You did not mention Frank & Paul, but suppose they are still getting out wood and living at (Jrungloo?). Had to count up on the 18^th & 23^rd & 15^th Mar. to tell ages of Frank & Roy, but remembered you said last year it was 30yrs. since your arrival in Tacoma. Yes indeed, many changes even in ourselves & all we see & know around us. Thank our God & Father for all his many mercies & his loving care of us! "How good is the God we adore".

Having written to Charlie so lately there seems not much new here to write of. You will have his letter here this leaves me I think.

Today Carrie & Gertrude are hunting up & packing off to Mary in Charlotte town a lot of preserves, pickles, silver, sheets, blankets, table cloths & napkins and a few pretty cups and saucers etc.

Mary is assistant to a young lady (chairman?) of first Acadia College & then of Macdonald. Miss Sherwood finished two yrs. at Arcadia but Mary only one & her first year I was here she remained at home & was house-keeper as she did not wish to take an Art course. Miss S. went one year to M. with Mary & then got the position of president or something for the Women's Institute. A Govt. office, in her home P.E.I. only, she is in the Capitol & her home in Summerside P.E.I.. This W. I. seems to be a world-wide institution and this work of Macdonald is in affiliation with McGill. As I understand. It seems to aim at making women better housekeepers – attention to health etc. These girls have traveled & organized Institutions different places in P.E.I. Now Mary & her friend are going to have an apartment & board themselves.

Carrie mentioned when Mary went to Charlottetown that all three of her girls from home, were in, each a capitol City. Grace, in Boston, Isabel in Ottawa, & Mary in Charlottetown. Mary was much thrilled at the trappings of the Governor at opening of Parliament in P.E.I. Does not the world’s great efforts & talking to have a world peace indicate the very near approach of the soon coming of our adorable Lord & Saviour? Many articles I have read lately in a little book called, "Reader’s Digest" which Wilfred takes, all tend to show the great unrest, the forgetfulness of God & his word – and the endeavors for a World peace etc. etc.

While we & all saved ones can rejoice, one cannot but think of the poor unsaved world of sinners and it’s dooms. How helpless one feels in view of it. For they will not heed nor turn from their own way following Satan, the God of this world. Now I will close with much love to you & Charlie, Katherine, Frank & Paul & to each of the rest when you write. Your affectionate. Sister, (Signed Annie)

P.S. Evening.

Upon reading your letter again, think to ask you, does Harold go by the name of Ismay, or should I address him by the name of Kittelman. Gladys sent me a Xmas Card 1927 & wrote her name & address, giving Gladys Kittelman.

Then I wish to send a word of greeting to Mrs. B______? She has kindly remembered me several times, and perhaps this is my first reply to her. I often think of her & her nice home, pretty flowers and her chickens, pretty fancy work, also her fresh, clean morning dresses, & cheery manner. Please remember me very kindly to her.

The little pink holder with the crochet top to be tacked fast, will need to be filled with a fold or two of sheet-wadding or even old cotton cloth, turned and sewn together. The work is copied from one Carrie has. The Kettle looks more like a teakettle than our present day teapot. But looks like the old-fashioned brass kettles for hot water on the table. A bright, beautiful morning today, followed by a cloudy noon & since by a heavy cold blustering snowfall for a few hrs. Mar. came in like a lamb but has been quite stormy & cold part of the time. Last week the river began to be unsafe for children to cross to Hi School. Lately much horse racing was on the ice. 

A.C.L.

Only A Little Longer

The night is far spent, the Day is at hand.

Only a little longer to tread the desert sand,

In Christ’s deep love abiding, supported by his hand.

Only a little longer! Old Time speeds on his way.

The night, so long, is ending; soon comes the glorious day.

For Him our hearts are longing; His advent draweth neigh.

We hail the hallowed meeting to see him face to face.

To dwell with him forever, the trophies of His grace.

Only a little longer, our loins to gird about;

To watch for Him, the Master, for His returning shout:

Our lights for Him still shining, responsive to his word.

Like men who are expecting the coming of their lord.

Only a little longer to serve Him here below.

To tell the sweet sad story of all His grief and woes,

To sound His Fame all glorious, His Name of saving power.

While lingers still God’s mercy, in this glad gospel hour.

Only a little longer for succoring "His own".

For comforting His Tried ones, the weary, sad and lone.

In loving service ever, above in heaven He lives,

But here to help and cherish, the task to us He gives.

Only a little longer! O Saviour quickly come

To gather all Thy pilgrims to fill Thy Father’s home!

Then, there, the path retracing while in Thy love we dwell,

In praise and adoration our ceaseless songs shall swell.

(Signed) Inglis Fleming

18 Walden St.

West Lynn. Mass

6–30-89

My Dear Bro. & Sisters:

Well, I am really ashamed to write to you now since I have put it off so long. But Annie, if you recalled correctly in your last, you gave me no address & only said you had moved to Oak Park. I thought it would be useless to send a letter with that address, but now I will risk it. Now I will tell you something that I suppose is not news to you by this time, but if it is I have no doubt you will be very surprised. I was married on the 20^th of May to Charles Johnson. Annie, you know who that is without me telling you. He boarded at the Aldens’ while you were there although he does not remember you at all.

We did not plan on getting married more than a week or so before hand & so we just got married without any fuss or time. (?). We were married in Lynn, and as Carrie wrote to me, on the same day that you were & also our Father and Mother. I did not remember this, but it seemed rather strange. Charlie is working in an Electric Machine shop & makes good pay, although the work is hard. We are boarding yet, but expect to go to housekeeping before many months. But the worst of it is we cannot get room & board together, but they are very close together so it does not seem so bad as I thought it would be. I don’t know what to do about this name "Charlie" that is all. Lettie, how does it come that our brothers & husbands must needs have the same name? I suppose I must follow your example & change my husbands. His name is Carl Emil. At hoe he was always called Emil. But I can’t seem to say it rightly, & I think will call him Carl.

I really left the Rubber Factory. I was almost of the opinion that I had become a fixture there & was almost as necessary to that line as is the "roller". Well now, I can write you I was sorry to leave after all. I really liked working there. Carl had a very nice letter from his only sister who is about my age & is married in Sweden. She seemed to feel perfectly satisfied & glad to know of his marriage. You know he is all alone in this country. We are very comfortable & get on nicely the way we are, still I will feel better satisfied & I think Carl will too if we had a little home of our own. If I only knew how to cook! Just think of a girl 26 years old getting married & not know how to cook. I suppose I can learn though. Imagine some of the sorry messes I will put together. Bread without the yeast. Biscuits without soda, porridge without salt, etc. etc.

Now, I know you will all be glad to get this letter from me * feel that I am now not alone in Mass. & I know if you were acquainted with Carl you would like him. Carrie & Grace I suppose are in (F ton_?)

now. How I would love to be with them. I almost planned to go home this summer but you know, "The best laid schemes of mice & men (Gang aft aylu)"

Perhaps if all goes well, we will go on next summer. Ere that, I suppose, Carrie will be settled in her home in F ton (?). I thought she and Andy were to be married as soon as this last term closed, but Grace writes that she has taken her school for the next term so she must have put it off for a while. Laura Hartt is not married yet. I wrote to you about the man she was so completely "gone on", as it were. Well, they had a spat about some other girl & he is now in Idaho. Then she goes back to her Paddy Walsh, or as Carrie called him "John Joseph". I think she was a fool for he was a man who would have made her a good husband. I have not seen her since we were married. I am afraid this letter will bring up in Washington dead letter office instead of "Hartt Mansion", but I hope you will get it.

Well now, I think I have written enough about myself. How are you all "in your little home Out West"? I never got my picture of our babies did I. Write soon, I would like to have a picture of them of course I have pictures of the rest. I am very anxious to see what our two boys are like. I hope you are all well, but Grace wrote me Annie, that you are not so well as you had been. What is the trouble? Did you start to build & did frame object or what? Did you go to the Doctor you spoke of? And Carrie wrote Charlie that you were out of work & were feeling rather blue. I hope ere this that you have got work that will suit you for the summer so that you will not worry yourself too much.

Now I have written quite a letter for me, and I think will close for this time. Now I hope you will forgive me for not writing to you long ago & think "Oh well, it was only Berties' crazy way of doing." And now good night. Carl joins with me in love to you all.

Lovingly your sister, Berta

(Mary Alberta Hartt Johnson)

St. Louis Mo. Nov.23, 1917

My Dear son Ray,

I received your interesting letter all OK. So glad to know you are in good health.  It is such a blessing to have health.  We cannot be thankful enough.   But I must say my dear boy Ray, I was surprised to learn you are on your way to California.  My that is a big trip you are taking.  Hope you have a pleasant trip and arrive all safe.  I am sorry to know you are to be so far from home.  Hope and pray you may be protected from all harm and that your health may also be spared to you. Be very careful my boy.  Look out not to meet any accident and watch carefully the rules of health.  I had a letter from Hazel (his sister) this week.  She is in Indianapolis.  Told me she thought she would try the money business, see how she liked it, though would not be satisfied until she gave it a try so I am ___she will decide it is not the thing for her. 

I expected to be home (Huntington, Indiana) for Thanksgiving, so I expect she will be home there also.  I was so much in hopes you could have also been there at home at that time.  Yes, dear Ray I do well remember that Thanksgiving day you and I sawed the logs of wood.  We did so enjoy it, didn't we.  I often think of the upset to the whole world has come through that wicked Kaiser.  He has caused so much sorrow and trouble to the world.  I am in hopes his race is nearly run. If they can keep up the pace they have been going the last few days, they the British have given them a heavy blow.  The French have been doing so fine work and the Italians are doing wonders with such a heavy odds against them.  It is most wonderful what they have been able to do.  You know Ray; the good book says the wicked shall flourish as the green bay tree, but for a season only.  So I am very much in hopes the Kaiser has had his season.  It looks like he has.  He has done so much harm.  I wrote you about the ____ you started for Cal. so I suppose they will forward the letter to you.  I spoke in that letter about insurance.  You might be able in the next few months to pick up a good piece of money on the side.  Get hold of some good old company.  You may know someone in San Antonio, Texas who would take insurance.  You could forward to them the application blank form, which the company will hand you.  They could fill it out and sign.  Then go to a good Dr. and be examined.  I speak of this in case you know of someone there you think might take a policy.  I know Ray it must have been hard for you to leave those nice friends you had made in San Antonio, but such is life, meetings and partings.  I expect you will be pretty lonesome at first out there, but you must try and go to church as often as you can.  Go hear as many able ministers as you have the opportunity to do.  Be very careful you do not meet any accident.  I must close for this time.  God bless you my Dear boy and keep you from all harm.

From your loving father.

O.M. Hartt

September 11, 1955

My Dear Ray,

Was glad to receive your letter written August 29th.  Not much has been going on around here since you left.  We have had a lot of hot weather and with two fans to use we found home was the coolest place to stay.

Went to see Hazel last Friday.  It was a hot day.  It reached 93 degrees in the middle of the afternoon.  We had had several cool days before then and the houses were cooler inside than the air out of doors.  Hazel's room was nice and cool as the windows were not open.  In fact she had a thin red coat sweater on that she told me you gave her for Christmas last year. It was very becoming to her.  In fact when the coloured girl brought her supper, she told Hazel how nice she looked.  I didn't take her any food as I wasn't sure that they wanted her to have any.  Took her a very colorful bouquet of zinnias from the garden.  I asked her about the oranges I had taken before and she said they gave her a half of one at noon each day and they weren't very good towards the last.  I saw Mrs. McGahey (spell?) on the way out and asked her about it and she said they would rather people didn't bring her any food as she was on a strict diet.

Hazel told me that the woman who had the bed across from her had been taken to the hospital and had died of cancer of the stomach.  There are only the one other woman there at present.

They brought Hazel's supper just as I was leaving and it looked quite nice.  There was a dish of egg it looked something like omelet, a slice of buttered bread a dish of mixed fruit two good sized cookies and a cup of tea. 

  Hazel asked questions as usual.  This time it was about the Rosses and the Lows.

I saw Mrs. Wilkinson and Virginia in the neighborhood drug store a short time ago and told them about Hazel and where she is.  They said that they would go to see her some time.  I hope they do.

Had a letter from Gwen, last Thursday.  Her school in Baltimore is through next Friday.  She and Mildred expects to be here next Sat. and leave Sunday morning for Battle Creek.  They had their final last Monday and were told that they both passed in the high 80's.  They are spending this weekend in Scarsdale, NY with Mil's parents and sister.  Mildred won't probably see them again until Christmas.

All the grandchildren are back in school.  It is Otto Jr's last year in high school and Joan Behrens last year in grade school.  Betty is just starting high school and his sister in is in the 7th grade.

  I haven't put my name in for substituting yet.  I might later.  We'll see.

It is nice today.  Just about 70 degrees now and sunshiny.  Could take weather like that the year around.

It's nice that your son and daughter-in-law have a baby.  I think it is so fine that people that cannot have one of their own adopt one.  There are several in our church that have done that and one soon forgets that they are not their own by birth.

Guess you have all the news to date.  Give our best to Dorothy and to Helen Emily when you write her.

Lovingly,

Pam

October 26, 1976

Dear Diana,

I have hoped you would send me some news of the addition to your family, but I guess I'll have to wait until Christmas. I am not even sure whether I have your address right.

My daughter and her husband, Robert C. Thompson of Conroe, Texas went to a Financial Executive meeting in Toronto the first of   this month.  They rented a car at some place and drove all over New England.  Spent the night with their son David, at Buzzard's Bay near Cape Cod, where they have rented a house while David works out of Boston.  They will move to New Orleans right after Thanksgiving.  Helen and Bob T. also drove to Providence, Barrington and Bristol Heights, R.I. to see the place where they once lived in 1966.  And they went to Sleepy Hollow Cemetery on their way back to La Guardia Airport.

I've marked on the picture of the Old Dutch Church just about the place where the Hartt lot is ( just a stone's throw from the back left corner of the church) where your great grandfather Odber Miles Hartt, his mother, Martha Jane Hartt (widow of George), who died in 1893 in Tarrytown when they lived there, and three little Hartt children, who died in an epidemic in 1892-93, are buried.  Mr. Hartt died suddenly of a stroke in January, 1918.  My husband Odber Raymond, was in California in the Airforce or Corps as it was known in World War 1.  He had been home at Christmas so his stepmother told him not to come because the ground was frozen.

So later after, he was flying at North Island, San Diego, he was able to get leave to go to Fort Wayne, Indiana, and take his father's body to Tarrytown.  We went there in 1960 and found the graves and took pictures and had the lots cleared and the stones straightened.  Since then Sleepy Hollow has been declared a National Shrine so I'm sure Bob and Helen will tell me how it is now.  I am going to see them this week.  Carol and Jane are coming to get me and I will be there until Nov. 6th.  Carol teaches high school and Jane works at the country club.  Sara works in Houston and will be married shortly and Suanna who has just had her 10th birthday, is the only one who is at home.

I have one other granddaughter named Ann Hartt.  She works in Dallas.  I visited my son Ray and his wife, Joan in Abilene, Texas, just last week.  Ray came to get me so I could hear Lawrence Welk and his orchestra.  Abilene is closer than Houston.  It takes 2 1/2 hours at 55 miles speed limit, 8 hours to Houston.  The girls will come, stay over night and go back with me next day.

Your children one day will want to know about their ancestry.  The Hartts came by boat from England in 1636 and settled in Quincy, Mass. until the Revolution when they went to Canada.  The Kilburns had a land grant in Connecticut in exchange for their estate in England, by the king and came to New England in 1837.  Wilbur Miles Hartt, the oldest of your grandmother Maud's brothers, told me that there were many Kilburns buried in Conn., but Capt. John Kilburn was killed in the Revolutionary War and his widow fled to Nova Scotia with her son and then she moved to Kingsclear near Fredericton.  I think the son was named Benjamin and he had two wives.  The second, Margaret Cliff, was the mother of Matilda Loretta, the mother of Wilbur, Harry, Maud, Ray, Hazel and Mabel.  Four children died, one buried at Kingsclear Cemetery had to be moved because of a dam and a water project.

All the Hartt children are gone now except Mabel, who lives in Corona del Mar, California.  I hear from her quite often by long distance.  This summer, she was on a trip to the Scandinavian countries, and into Russia's Leningrad to see the great art gallery there.  She is going to Hawaii soon.  She used to live in Honolulu. Wilbur had one daughter, Katherine, who married John Howell and lives in Piedmont, California.  They have two daughters who live in Honolulu.  Jane the elder, is a lawyer.  Ann is married to a Marceau and has two little girls.  Harry had two daughters and both live in Huntington, Indiana.  Geraldine was widowed a year ago.  Betty has a son and a daughter living there.  Geraldine has a daughter there and a son, Colonel in Air Force at Biloxi, Mississippi.  Both girls have grandchildren, Geraldine Wilson and Betty Howell.

You know that Maud and Wiltz had Flora (Floda).  My husband knew Wiltz very well while theystill lived in Fredericton and when Wiltz came to Fort Wayne or Huntington to marry Maud.  He said Wiltz delighted in teasing him because Ray had an exercise bar in the attic where he slept when they had extras to visit; Wilbur, Harry, Maud were born in New York City; Ray and Hazel in Tarrytown; Mabel in Fredericton, NB.  That is why she had trouble getting a passport.   She did get one because her name was on 1910 census records as O.M. Hartt's child.  Ray tried to stretch himself to be taller than Wilbur and Harry and I guess he was somewhat.....  Wilbur had the smallest feet.  He bought his shoes in the boy's department.

Families visiting in Canada said they saw Hartt shoes and were told they are the best brand in Canada.

If you will just let me know about the baby and hug Suzanne for me.

Affectionately,

Dorothy

Sept. 14, 1995

Dear Diana,

I found your letter and pictures very interesting, especially the photos of your great Aunt Hazel, grandmother Maud, great Aunt Mab(s). Also, my father, O.R. Hartt with Carol and David Thompson. Carol lives out of Fredericksburg, Texas and David out of Tualatin, Oregon (near Portland).

I will take copies of these prints and see if they have more information to share. My sister, Helen, dying a year ago, has pretty well taken up my source of information on her children. Speaking of Mabs, I first remember her from 1928, she had come to Wichita Falls to show her companion Georgie "the wild west". They were staying in our front bedroom that had screened French doors that opened out on the porch with a full view of the street. One early morning, they were both laughing uncontrollably. What it was, they had been in Texas for a week and hadn't seen a cowboy. Then a disreputable Black came by, riding a mule, and it set them to laughing.

Dad then saw to it they got to go to the Waggoner Ranch. It was part of three counties, west of Wichita Falls and surrounded on two lakes that .....our water supply. We had to pay admission at the dam just to fish or look anyway, we got lost - but managed to find two of Waggoner's ranch hands, on horse back, on how to get to Maybell or Dundee - They pronounced; "Just whip'en on west" and that made their day!

When my father died in 1970, my mother asked her, Mabs, if there was anything in the house she would want. Wouldn't you know? She wanted the family coat of arms. She'd sent off to a family Heritage place and given it to my father - expecting to get it back, some day.

It made Mabs happy and I'm glad she got it. (The Book) It's not much help. All the cousins are girls and only Mabs carried the family name. Maybe you can do better in Canada.

It's yours to decipher (but Thank you for trying)

Kindest regards to you and your family.

O Ray Hartt 

Mr. Roosevelt, President

Dear Sir,

I am asking you to help me as you are the only person I know of that can help me. My husband is an ex service man, and is now employed on the CWA but for months at a time in the last three years he had no work. He tried to make proof on a homestead here in Wyoming in the Mts., where the snow gets very deep and we couldn't get school for our small youngsters of which there is 3 school age. We have moved twice a year to put these children in school and have lived 15 mo 5 days on the place there is a man that has fought against us getting this place since first it was filed on. He now has claimed part of our fence which we bought from his father in law [who is dead now] but could not obtain a deed to because his place was mortgaged. This man has no hold on us in anyway and couldn't get the place only by getting another man to contest us. Which there is a hearing on the 25th this mo. and the 10th next m. but we have no money for attorney fees. If we loose this place we loose our last hopes of a home also my only hopes of medical treatment for cancer of the throat, I had an operation three years ago but is breaking out again and this piece of land would be security for enough money to get some aid. and it is terrible thought to have to leave ones babies when it could be helped. My baby is 9 mos. old the oldest 10 years if you would see Thos Ohana whose address is 2920 Ontario Read N. W. Washington D. C. and who handled off of the business of the filing and contesting of this mans brother when we obtained the place. The man who is contesting us. Robert Spowant [not sure of the spelling ] and the man backing him is Lawson, who, went to Cheyenne to the land office and represented himself as his brother, Henry Lawsen, after he was dead and tried to get the registration to not allow this land, the father in law also put in a protest at the time of filing in 1929 1930 and his name was Peter Lawsen [Or could be Hanson] hope this hasn't bothered you too much.

Sincerely,

Mrs. John Hartt