|Grandpa & I on a summer trip to Vail.|
Eighteen years ago tonight I was sitting in the basement of our Englewood rental, watching tv and cutting out materials for my 1st & 2nd grade centers. The phone rang at 10:10PM and it was my grandma...my Grandpa Hartman had passed away. I consider myself to be so very lucky in the fact that I grew up "across the driveway" from him and I saw him nearly everyday. I rarely saw him get upset and he knew how to make everyone smile and laugh.
|My grandpa, dad and Aunt Jana. (1954)|