Author Archives: George C. Hartman

About George C. Hartman

Redesiging design, coloring outside the lines, rolling down hills, figuring out strange people, dreaming in black and white, photographing in black and white, juggling, body surfing, fantasy football, painting, design, digital art and photo manipulation, green oceans, blue oceans, museums, discovering small towns, biking, beach, relationships that tear my heart out, bad poetry, movie making and BLOGGING

Jaybird, Gerry and Las Vegas

Posted on July 26, 2011 by George C. Hartman

They say there is one in every family. That is, one whose passion for uncovering the secrets of their heritage leads to hours of research, pursuing small leads, and if fortunate enough to hit the family historians jackpot–discovering ancestral photographs….but … Continue reading →

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A Night at the Circus

Posted on July 20, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Let’s walk into the dark fields of uncut grass. Into the heart of America, the midwest laughter and red white and blue explosions in the sky. Feeling the immediate sowing of a yellow hook moon in my heart. Another journal … Continue reading →

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Tag -you’re it.

Posted on July 8, 2011 by George C. Hartman

“i will never forget watching the beatles on sullivan at 121 whitman with my cousins, barbra, beverly, george and gregory. laughing and throwing couch pillows at the screen while my older brother david ( who was sitting us while mom … Continue reading →

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lost weekend

Posted on July 7, 2011 by George C. Hartman

After the twisted storm had passed, the tornadoes papers flying out of the grasps of the harmless clouds. The banners hanging black unswayed and unnoticed … and very alone. “We tried…” someone whispered from the bricks. It was true. Effort … Continue reading →

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Hello Clara and Charles

Posted on April 24, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Hi Just checking in. How is the weather up there? We are starting to warm up a bit. With the information you gave me on the family tree, I went to visit Charles today. As it turns out, the cemetery … Continue reading →

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beneath the neon glow (Diary of a sex addict)

Posted on April 24, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Late one rainy Spring night in a hotel, Midtown Manhattan New York City. A dark room with one single candle on a night table next to the bed. The performers cannot be seen, only heard apparently from a pile of … Continue reading →

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waiting for Big Moon

Posted on April 23, 2011 by George C. Hartman

When I woke up Kryha said “Those poor Japanese people” and here it was eight or so days later and we are still captivated by the news. But when it is the first thing you say when you wake up … Continue reading →

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Coffee with Bill

Posted on March 12, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Memory is such a strange and elusive thing. It is much more than mere knowledge, awareness, or the impressions that a person retains – be it a person, an event, a period, or subject. Memory is a celebration of those … Continue reading →

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a MAJOR heritage Hartman BREAKthru

Posted on March 8, 2011 by George C. Hartman

In my on and off extensive search for our heritage I have found out some very cool and very important information. Only because of our sister Barbs brave dig into our great aunts sisterhood on Menham NJ, (a letter mailed … Continue reading →

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How I never met Madonna

Posted on March 6, 2011 by George C. Hartman

This is it. It has been ALMOST ten years since our wonderful mother has passed. Seems like yesterday right? As I write this it is almost exactly ten years ago that she happened upon a paper and pen and wrote … Continue reading →

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