|William C. was born June 20, 1851 at Woodstock, N.B. and died May 14, 1940 at Tacoma, Washington. He married Letitia Ann Wilson, born 1851 and died Feb 10. 1941 of Derby North Co. N.B. Canada . They were married on May 20, 1885.
From Roy Hartt’s Narration written in 1991
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. 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, Washington by Northern Pacific train. Father waited nearly 2 years and found that he could not get 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 in 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 who 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.
On my mother’s side, the Wilson clan and the Davidson clan came over to Canada from either Scotland or North Ireland and settled in New Brunswick on, or near, the Miramachi River. My Grandfather, John Wilson, married Eliza Davidson and my mother was the eldest (I believe) of six children - two boys and four girls. Grandfather Wilson ran a store and a gristmill near the river at Derby, which is not far from Newcastle, and here my mother was born and brought up. She finished her Normal training at seventeen, started to teach school and continued for some years.
When she was about thirty, one of her sisters (who had married Jim Bruce) went over to Hungary with her family and husband. He had been commissioned to set up, and put into operation, a factory for the firm with which he was connected and, later, they arranged for Letitia, my mother, to come over and help at the time of the birth of their next child. Letitia stayed for about one year, after which she returned to New Brunswick.
Contributed by Roy Hartt 1993
These are the people I knew as Uncle Charlie and Aunt Lettie. They were very loving and gentle people and he was as dignified as he looks in the picture. Every time we went to their house, he would give each of us children a tract, like a book mark, with a Bible verse on it, for he was a very devout man, eager to share his faith with children.
Children of William Charles and Letitia (Wilson) Hartt
Eliza Wilson 1886-1894, Harold Bruce 1887-1970, Charles Frederick 1889-1910, Frank Leslie 1890-1969, Katherine Margaret 1891-1950, Paul Allan 1892-1963, David Roy 1894-1993
(Frank / Paul ,William C, Aaron S. , Aaron, Samuel Sr., Jonathan, Samuel, Isaac)
Frank Hartt was born March 23, 1890, in Stillwater, Minnesota, and died Dec 28 1969, single.
Paul Hartt was born December 7, 1892, in White Birch, Wisconsin, and died in 1963, White Birch was renamed in 1903, to Solon Springs, Wisconsin. single
Memories by Allan C. Hartt of Washington State
Uncle Frank was a character. He and Uncle Paul were bachelor brothers. When I first knew them, they were living in a small rural house on twenty-acres on the outskirts of Manitou, near South Tacoma. They cut firewood for a living. Their place was called “The Jungelow.” They had piped water from Manitou, but no sewer or septic system. They had a “backhouse” (one-holer) about 50-yards from the house. They had no water heater and kept hot water in a large pan on a large wood cook stove. The sink was wood and had no drain. After washing dishes, the hot soapy dishwater was whooshed from the dishpan out to the chicken yard (about 30 feet from the house), so the birds could glean the bits of leftovers.
They had a barn, cows, horses, a garden, and fruit trees. Uncle Paul was a good mechanic and kept their old trucks going for their fuel business. They leased land from Weyerhaeuser Timber Co., then fell, sawed, and split the reject trees and delivered them to Tacoma and Manitou at $6.50-per-cord in two-cord lots. For about thirty years, they supported themselves this way. They bought their clothes from Salvation Army outlets and always looked OK at church in fair fitting suits and hats. They sold milk and eggs and did plowing with their horses.
Early on, I recall Frank, Paul, and Katherine teaching Sunday school in the Tabernacle Sunday School. It was a large plain barn like building in South Tacoma about eight blocks south of Grampa Hartt’s home at 5616 S. Warner. It had a main room with plain wooden backed benches, which would seat about 100. Then, there was a balcony with two or three Sunday school rooms above and two or three below. Uncle Frank was the teacher of my boy’s class on the two or three occasions we visited. Uncle Paul taught adults and Aunt Katherine taught a girl’s class. Grampa Hartt was usually the speaker, but he had visitors speak when available. I believe that Grampa Hartt rented the building and he had installed the sign on the roof. He also emptied the “honey bucket” which served as a toilet in the dark dimly lit basement dug out perhaps 10’x15’. Frank and Paul furnished the wood for the church stove and helped William Charles with the maintenance of the building and yard. After Sunday school and the morning Bible session about 10 to 15 people stayed for the Lord’s Supper. When William Charles was no longer able to continue the ministry, the Lord’s Supper was held in the home of William Charles Hartt.
Paul and Frank were known throughout the South Tacoma/Manitou area by young and old. They gave wood and farm products for the needy. Also, husky youths were hired to assist in the woods. Several youths, both boys and girls, came to the Lord through Frank and Paul’s contacts either through Sunday school or association on the farm. Daily devotions were first in their lives. They were faithful in the local Presbyterian Church in later years. During WW II, Paul served in France, as a cook. Frank also served but all stateside. He told me he would have stayed in had he not been a Christian.
When I stayed and worked for Paul in the woods, this was the schedule: Up at 5:45 a.m., put on water for the cereal, have individual Bible reading in set locations. Meet with Frank or Paul to share a brief reading and application. Prayer – each of us kneeling at our chairs. Then, to the kitchen to have breakfast. We always had oatmeal, eggs, hash browns, toast, and jam. We then made our lunch, cleaned the dishes, and off to the woods. Uncle Frank had to stop heavy work due to a back injury; so, Paul hired help with the woodcutting the last ten-years or so.
Frank had a crush on a young woman many years his junior, Tillie Bloom, of South Tacoma. Her parents ran a restaurant. She was saved at Tabernacle Sunday School. She showed a real interest in serving the Lord. So, Frank paid her way to attend Moody Bible Institute in Chicago. I believe this was for only one year. Tillie returned and married Johnny Ray, another Tabernacle alumnus. Paul had an interest in Ruth O’Neill for several years, but I heard, through my mom, that Paul felt that his income and lack of education (fourth-grade) were such that he really had little to offer a woman. So, he remained a bachelor and we’ll never know Ruth’s feelings for Paul. Paul died in a Veteran’s Hospital in Seattle, at age 71, of Hodgkin’s disease. My first wife and I visited him during his last days. He asked me to look up 1 Thess. 4:13-18 and read it. I did so and he said he wanted to have his finger at that page in his Bible when he was called “HOME.” He died peacefully shortly thereafter.
Uncle Frank was a character to the last. He transferred his property to Moody Bible Institute for an annuity arrangement and lived on the income for his last six to eight years. In 1969, Uncle Frank traveled, visited, and finally died peacefully while visiting his nephew, Dick Hartt, Roy’s second oldest, in Pasadena, California.|