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After the death of John Kelly Hartt in 1952, M. Pearl Hartt moved to Wheatridge, Colorado. She was a member of the PEO, an organization promoting education for women, for 50 years.
My Aunt Marjorie Higley once said of her growing up years: "We lead two lives - our life on Maple Street in Rawlins, and our life in the Hahn's Peak Basin. ('Up to the country' mother used to call it.) There was a vast difference. In Rawlins, little ladies wore ruffles and bows, and were supposed to act like ladies. We ate three meals a day at a table covered by white cloth. In Rawlins, mother always wore a dress, and she smelled like talcum powder, or sachet. At Hahn's Peak, we wore slacks, acted like tomboys, and ate at a table covered in oilcloth. Mother adapted to slacks later, but in those early years she often wore "nickers" tucked into her fishing boots. And she smelled like citronella oil, which she used to keep the flies away when she fished."
I remember my grandmother mostly from the summers I spent in Hahn's Peak as a kid growing up. The "Hartt Family Headquarters" was always full of life with my aunts and cousins keeping the home fire burning and grandma, a prize winning fisherwoman until the very end. ~ Cathy Hartt
