Category Archives: Tall Tales

low tide

Posted on August 1, 2013 by George C. Hartman

A wooden house in eastern Europe. Elm trees. Low hills. My walking stick. “Let me sketch you.” Set yourself free. Charcoal shadows and hollow air. The earth sings goodbye to another day. Brisk and fresh. Steam and mist. There is … Continue reading →

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Fear Of Abandonment

Posted on July 14, 2013 by George C. Hartman

While many family historians struggle to discover any tiny piece of information that they can, we have been blessed (on the Hartman side at least) with a recent slew of photographs and now documents of our early nineteenth century beginnings. … Continue reading →

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Movie Still #3 from Home Movies

Posted on February 22, 2013 by George C. Hartman

Nobody misses Beverly. It’s all about Brenda. I just don’t understand it sometimes. Can you believe Bev is gone 13 years this August already. Maybe that’s why. It was so long ago. Pretty soon your existence on this planet becomes … Continue reading →

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Heart of Darkness II

Posted on September 11, 2012 by George C. Hartman

Fevor In twenty-four hours I had been sick and sicker then I have ever been in a long time. The aches, pains and sweating were the easy part compared to the feverish nightmares. It all began with a powerful sneeze … Continue reading →

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Please, not another post about the end of the world!

Posted on January 26, 2012 by George C. Hartman

Yes, I know, I know, move on George! If it comes it comes but last year the end of the world was predicted and it was all over the news if anybody remembers: (from Wikapedia) The 2011 end times prediction … Continue reading →

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In heaven, men can smoke cigars and watch football.

Posted on November 18, 2011 by George C. Hartman

Once a long time ago in the 1960’s when things were different. Friendships and families were etched in real life, and not “on-line”. Face to face with booze, cards, cigars, cheap bars, real talk, real people and you couldn’t hide … 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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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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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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The House with the Knife in the Window

Posted on December 8, 2010 by George C. Hartman

The House with the Knife in the Window was every childs worse nightmare because once upon a forever my brother Glenn came home one day (running through the backyard one day) all excited about what he had seen (one day) … Continue reading →

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