J. Harry Hartman had just started his life when it was cut short. His obituary appeared in the Lancaster Daily Intelligencer on 22 October 1881 and shows he was well loved and born into a family “of privilige,” as his monument also suggests.
Death of J. Harry Hartman.
J.Harry Hartman, son of Dr. S.B. Hartman, died at his father’s residence on North Prince street, after a brief illness from typhoid fever. He was a well-known and highly popular young gentleman, a member of the senior class of Franklin and Marshall college, a fine musician and an admirer as well of athletic sports, an officer of the Lancaster bicycle club and a skillful rider. He was a delegate from the local chapter of the Chi Phi fraternity to the national convention of the order soon to assemble in Baltimore, and was stricken with his fatal illness when engaged in preparation for the journey. He was aged about eighteen years, and his death is a source of poignant grief on the part of his parents and other relatives, and of sincere mourning throughout a large circle of friends and acquaintances.
His monument stands out in this large cemetery. As you drive (or walk, as I have done on many ocassions!) down the main road it is at the end of your destination, standing, tall, proud, and untouched by vandalism or age. There is the obligatory little step into the site that has no surround, and young Mr. Hartman is buried with his parents and other member of his family. According to one of the members of the “Friends of Lancaster Cemetery,” the statue was sculpted in the likeness of young Mr. Hartman.
The inscription reads:
J. HARRY HARTMAN
ONLY SON OF DR. S.E. & S.A
BORN JAN. 7, 1863
DIED OCT. 21, 1881
SAMUEL B. HARTMAN
APR 1, 1830 – JAN 30, 1918
SALLIE A. HARTMAN
JULY 23, 1835 – SEP 14, 1930
. . . and now, as Paul Harvey would have said, for the rest of the story!
When I was searching for the obituary so I could write this blog, I came across, not one, but two Hartman’s who died on that day! . . . and believe it or not, their obituaries were in the same day’s paper, they lived on the same street (four blocks apart), they died on the same day and they were buried on the same day in the same cemetery! . . . and they are buried in neighboring plots!
Jacob Hartman was older, and lived a full life as his obituary shows:
Death of Jacob Hartman.
Jacob Hartman died at his residence, No 432 North Prince street, about one o’clock this morning, of consumption of the stomach, after an illness of some duration Mr. Hartman was well known to almost every body in Lancaster, having been born and lived all his life in this city, and been for many years engaged in active business pursuits. He was a son of the late John Hartman; learned the coach-smithing business, and for some years carried it on in a frame building where the Pennsylvania railroad depot now stands. He next engaged in the marketing business, running a market car between this city and Baltimore. Quitting this trade he engaged in the ice business and for the past thirty years, or more, carried it on extensively, and only relinqished it in April, 1880, when immpaired health prevented him from continuing it. Mr. Hartman at the time of his death was a widower, in the 64th year of his age. He has one son, and one adopted son living and several grandchildren. His brothers, John Hartman ice dealer, and Daniel Hartman, railroad engineer, are well-known citizens. Mr. Hartman was an active business man, and by his own industry and tact accumulated quite a handsome fortune. He was a kind-hearted, pleasant companion and will be missed by a large circle of acquaintances. His funeral will take place on Tuesday next.
Jacob Hartman’s headstone no longer stands. The site where it is supposed to be has two headstones, one belonging to John Hartman, Jacob’s son, and another that is lying face down. It is on the right in the rear, in the picture below. Perhaps I’ll talk my husband into taking his “lifting bar” and head to the cemetery. Couldn’t do it today, it was their annual “Victorian Day at the Cemetery” and we just couldn’t draw attention to our venture. . . .
Meanwhile, Two obituaries and one beautiful monument ain’t so bad now, is it?