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Malcolm "Mike" Richard Hartman

Atlanta, GA

January 29, 1944 - October 14, 2024

Jan 29, 1944 - Oct 14, 2024

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Robert Wildau

A Prince of a Fellow
My friendship with Mike goes back to 1977 when we met around a table in the atrium of the Peachtree Summit Building. He was working for Coca-Cola’s brief foray into alcohol, the Wine Spectrum, so naturally he was bursting with enthusiasm for everything wine. Not long after we became Orme Park neighbors and fellow Peachtree Road Race runners, although he was always so far ahead that he could take a shower and appear at Mike and Joan Walters’ pancake party before I even got out of the park!
Over the succeeding decades we had many adventures together, like the Spoleto Festival in Charleston with Joanne and Glover McGhee, and summer school at Oxford, England. He had a special bond with our son Gabe who proudly announced to him when we were vacationing at Wild Dunes “I don’t wear diapers any more!”
After Mike and Sue moved in at the end of our street in Lenox Park, they both helped prepare our house sale ten years ago, and then sheltered us at our annual visits to Atlanta. They even stored some of our memorabilia until our last visit in August.
Mike’s domestic history made for a complicated family tree, but as the patriarch he was the great unifier of at least 14 loved ones around the Thanksgiving table. When we were lucky enough to get the Hartmans around our table he always reminded Karen of his family tradition of Brussels sprouts, so she thinks of him when she’s cooking them, i.e. at least twice a week. And his devotion to Beloit College was just typical of Mike; once he was in, he was all in.
It’s so hard to believe that this constant friend of so many years is gone, and irreplaceable.
Farewell and godspeed, Mike Hartman.
Robert and Karen Wildau

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Ellen Hartman

Wonderful memories thank you Bob and Karen! Wonderful memories thank you Bob and Karen! Wonderful memories thank you Bob and Karen!

Susan Hartman

So glad we hosted you this past August. The last of the many wonderful times we spent together. Thanks for... Read more So glad we hosted you this past August. The last of the many wonderful times we spent together. Thanks for sharing your memories... Read more So glad we hosted you this past August. The last of... Read more

Rachel Haig

2022, Hocking Hills State Park, Logan, OH, USA

Uncle Mike was always ready for an adventure and he loved canoeing from his summers at Two Sisters Lake. He was the fun uncle who brought so much joy to his niece and nephews.

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Paul Sandro

Another family collage with clippings and photos, traces of family history

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Paul Sandro

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Susan Hartman

Love this collage. Never seen it before. Reminds me of my mother who smoked Old Golds until filters came ... Read more Love this collage. Never seen it before. Reminds me of my mother who smoked Old Golds until filters came in. Then she smoked Marlboros... Read more Love this collage. Never seen it before. Reminds me... Read more

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Family collage w/photos, letters, recipes, clippings, labels, etc.

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Paul Sandro

"Life in the 1950" These collages show Mike's immensely creative side. He created this collage out of boxes... Read more "Life in the 1950" These collages show Mike's immensely creative side. He created this collage out of boxes of accumulated family... Read more "Life in the 1950" These collages show Mike's immensely... Read more

Paul Sandro

2015

Legend to WWII Collage about Mike's father and friend

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Paul Sandro

2015

Email reply to Mike re: Collage

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Paul Sandro

2015

Mike's WWII collage about his father and his friend Dick Lintleman who died in the war

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Here is the accompanying Legend to Mike's World War II Collage as referenced with numbers:

The Second World War was the most momentous event of my life, even though it was over before my second birthday. The generation that includes my parents became the “greatest generation”. And for good reason. The response after Pearl Harbor was overwhelming and after the invasion of Europe starting with Normandy, the ending of it was predictable.

As a family living in a small Midwestern city, we did not talk about the war at all. It seemed strange at the time because the five of us always ate dinner together at the dinner table every night. Mom kept a bowl in the middle of the table and each of us was encouraged to write a subject on a piece of paper that we wanted to discuss and put it in the bowl.

I don’t remember the war ever coming up. If it did come up, the subject was quickly changed. While the three of us did know vaguely that the subject was taboo and that dad did not have the active role in it that he wanted, it was 60 years later and long after mom and dad were gone that the picture became a little clearer.

Dad was born in Algona, Iowa in February of 1912. His dad was the town doctor, having graduated from Northwestern Medical School. It was a small farming community without much wealth. My grandfather’s practice was not profitable and he was often paid with eggs or a chicken. But he made an obvious impact on the community because his death was the headline of the local newspaper 20 years after he had left Algona for Janesville, Wisconsin.

Dad was a teenager when he came with his parents and sister and brother to Janesville. Dr. Hartman practiced obstetrics there with his brother in an active practice. The family archives indicate that dad had many friends and some of them were very close. The photos of his friends seems a little unusual because there was such a large group. Thirteen young earnest men dressed in their suits! (another photo not included is of the 13 of them standing in the snow, again in their suits). The family letters noted that several of them came to his wedding all the way up in northern Wisconsin.

Dad was 29 years old, out of the University of Wisconsin and working for the Parker Pen Company when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. We know from war time letters that at least four of these close friends, who would have been his age, were in the Army. And that is the subject of this collage.

We know that in 1940 the Selective Service Training and Service Act was passed and that all men between the ages of 21 and 45 were required to register. We also know that on October 29, 1941 my sister Nan was born in Des Moines, IA where they were living. A month later the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.

Many remaining family letters, mostly from Malcolm Jeffris, my grandfather, to my mother between 1941 and 1944 deal with dad’s strong wish to go into the service. In fact, at one point after Nan was born, they were living in Omaha and advanced plans were being made to store belongings and get train reservations to get mom and Nan up to mom’s parent’s home in Rhinelander so that dad could enter the Army. We don’t know exactly what happened. In fact, we have no idea. And I am not sure it matters anyway. But we do know that dad suffered for many years over what he wasn’t able to do and what happened to his close friend Dick Lintleman.

Legend

1.     The return to sender envelope dad received containing his letter to Dick Lintleman. This is the centerpiece of this collage. It is marked “deceased” and signed by J. L. Jones, Captain, Infantry. We think that dad did not know of his death and this was how he found out. Pretty chilling, even today.
 
2.     This is the line in the 115th Infantry Regiment morning report reporting the death of Lt. Richard C. Lintleman.
 
3.     Notice in the University of Wisconsin press of Lintleman’s death.
 
4.     First page of dad’s letter to Dick Lintleman, dated July 17, 1941. In it, dad indicates that he knows that Lintleman has been wounded. It turns out that he had died almost a month to the day before this letter was addressed. Dad’s letter is well written and poignant. It talks of Dick Lintleman’s wife, Jean and their little girl and of the closeness of their friendship.

Communication was very slow by today’s standards. The story of Joe Weaver finally being released from a German camp is like that. Apparently, his family didn’t even know he was alive until his train showed up in their Mississippi town. Getting the news of dad’s close friend in this manner must have been a shock.

5.     Letter on Army stationery dated June 5, 1943 from Lintleman to dad. At that point he is in England somewhere complaining about the beer, but enjoying the scotch.
 
6.     This is the last Lintleman letter in our archives. It is April 19, 1944. He hasn’t bathed in 10 days and complains about living conditions. No mention of an impending invasion, of course.
 
7.     Letter dated 5-3-44 from Malcolm Jeffris (my maternal grandfather) to mom again discussing dad’s impending entrance into the service. By this time, I have arrived and it seems like the Army would be unlikely now.
 
8.     Another Lintleman letter on Army paper.
 
9.     This is the second page of dad’s July 17, 1944 letter to Dick Lintleman in which wife Jean and the baby are mentioned.
 
10.  Coat of Arms of the 115th Infantry Regiment. This regiment was in the second wave at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. It saw active action on a daily basis and headed inland toward St. Lo about 35 kilometers from Omaha Beach. We think Lt. Lintleman was killed near St. Lo.
 
11.  This is the photo of the 13 Janesville friends. Dad is in the middle sitting and Lintleman is standing far right. The photo must have related to their high school graduation.
 
12.  This is a letter from Dick Lintleman to Tom Ehrlinger, one of the 13 friends. Apparently, Ehrlinger is sick and in an institution called Pinehurst in Janesville.
 
13.  Handwritten names of the thirteen friends.
 
14.  Photo of Normandy American Cemetery, Colleville-sur-Mer, France where Lt. Lintleman is buried.
 
15.  Address of Lintleman’s grave site.
 
16.  Logo for the Parker Pen Company, the iconic Janesville company where dad worked during the early ‘40’s.
 
17.  Logo for the Warner Electric Brake company where dad worked starting in about 1943. It made parts for tanks and other war vehicles.
 
18.  Letter from Malcolm Jeffris to dad dated 3-5-42. This letter is in response to a letter dad must have written him asking for advice related to the Army. In it Malcolm pointed out and interesting coincidence. The United States entered into World War I when he was 29 and mom, his first child had just been born. So, he seems to have had exactly the same circumstance as dad and ended up staying out of the war.

Here is the accompanying Legend to Mike's World War II Collage as referenced with numbers:

The Second ... Read moreWorld War was the most momentous event of my life, even though it was over before my second birthday. The generation that includes my parents became the “greatest generation”. And for good reason. The response after Pearl Harbor was overwhelming and after the invasion of Europe starting with Normandy, the ending of it was predictable.

As a family living in a small Midwestern city, we did not talk about the war at all. It seemed strange at the time because the five of us always ate dinner together at the dinner table every night. Mom kept a bowl in the middle of the table and each of us was encouraged to write a subject on a piece of paper that we wanted to discuss and put it in the bowl.

I don’t remember the war ever coming up. If it did come up, the subject was quickly changed. While the three of us did know vaguely that the subject was taboo and that dad did not have the active role in it that he wanted, it was 60 years later and long after mom and dad were gone that the picture became a little clearer.

Dad was born in Algona, Iowa in February of 1912. His dad was the town doctor, having graduated from Northwestern Medical School. It was a small farming community without much wealth. My grandfather’s practice was not profitable and he was often paid with eggs or a chicken. But he made an obvious impact on the community because his death was the headline of the local newspaper 20 years after he had left Algona for Janesville, Wisconsin.

Dad was a teenager when he came with his parents and sister and brother to Janesville. Dr. Hartman practiced obstetrics there with his brother in an active practice. The family archives indicate that dad had many friends and some of them were very close. The photos of his friends seems a little unusual because there was such a large group. Thirteen young earnest men dressed in their suits! (another photo not included is of the 13 of them standing in the snow, again in their suits). The family letters noted that several of them came to his wedding all the way up in northern Wisconsin.

Dad was 29 years old, out of the University of Wisconsin and working for the Parker Pen Company when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. We know from war time letters that at least four of these close friends, who would have been his age, were in the Army. And that is the subject of this collage.

We know that in 1940 the Selective Service Training and Service Act was passed and that all men between the ages of 21 and 45 were required to register. We also know that on October 29, 1941 my sister Nan was born in Des Moines, IA where they were living. A month later the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.

Many remaining family letters, mostly from Malcolm Jeffris, my grandfather, to my mother between 1941 and 1944 deal with dad’s strong wish to go into the service. In fact, at one point after Nan was born, they were living in Omaha and advanced plans were being made to store belongings and get train reservations to get mom and Nan up to mom’s parent’s home in Rhinelander so that dad could enter the Army. We don’t know exactly what happened. In fact, we have no idea. And I am not sure it matters anyway. But we do know that dad suffered for many years over what he wasn’t able to do and what happened to his close friend Dick Lintleman.

Legend

1. The return to sender envelope dad received containing his letter to Dick Lintleman. This is the centerpiece of this collage. It is marked “deceased” and signed by J. L. Jones, Captain, Infantry. We think that dad did not know of his death and this was how he found out. Pretty chilling, even today.

2. This is the line in the 115th Infantry Regiment morning report reporting the death of Lt. Richard C. Lintleman.

3. Notice in the University of Wisconsin press of Lintleman’s death.

4. First page of dad’s letter to Dick Lintleman, dated July 17, 1941. In it, dad indicates that he knows that Lintleman has been wounded. It turns out that he had died almost a month to the day before this letter was addressed. Dad’s letter is well written and poignant. It talks of Dick Lintleman’s wife, Jean and their little girl and of the closeness of their friendship.

Communication was very slow by today’s standards. The story of Joe Weaver finally being released from a German camp is like that. Apparently, his family didn’t even know he was alive until his train showed up in their Mississippi town. Getting the news of dad’s close friend in this manner must have been a shock.

5. Letter on Army stationery dated June 5, 1943 from Lintleman to dad. At that point he is in England somewhere complaining about the beer, but enjoying the scotch.

6. This is the last Lintleman letter in our archives. It is April 19, 1944. He hasn’t bathed in 10 days and complains about living conditions. No mention of an impending invasion, of course.

7. Letter dated 5-3-44 from Malcolm Jeffris (my maternal grandfather) to mom again discussing dad’s impending entrance into the service. By this time, I have arrived and it seems like the Army would be unlikely now.

8. Another Lintleman letter on Army paper.

9. This is the second page of dad’s July 17, 1944 letter to Dick Lintleman in which wife Jean and the baby are mentioned.

10. Coat of Arms of the 115th Infantry Regiment. This regiment was in the second wave at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. It saw active action on a daily basis and headed inland toward St. Lo about 35 kilometers from Omaha Beach. We think Lt. Lintleman was killed near St. Lo.

11. This is the photo of the 13 Janesville friends. Dad is in the middle sitting and Lintleman is standing far right. The photo must have related to their high school graduation.

12. This is a letter from Dick Lintleman to Tom Ehrlinger, one of the 13 friends. Apparently, Ehrlinger is sick and in an institution called Pinehurst in Janesville.

13. Handwritten names of the thirteen friends.

14. Photo of Normandy American Cemetery, Colleville-sur-Mer, France where Lt. Lintleman is buried.

15. Address of Lintleman’s grave site.

16. Logo for the Parker Pen Company, the iconic Janesville company where dad worked during the early ‘40’s.

17. Logo for the Warner Electric Brake company where dad worked starting in about 1943. It made parts for tanks and other war vehicles.

18. Letter from Malcolm Jeffris to dad dated 3-5-42. This letter is in response to a letter dad must have written him asking for advice related to the Army. In it Malcolm pointed out and interesting coincidence. The United States entered into World War I when he was 29 and mom, his first child had just been born. So, he seems to have had exactly the same circumstance as dad and ended up staying out of the war. Read less Here is the accompanying Legend to Mike's World War II Collage as referenced with numbers:

The Second World War was the most... Read more momentous event of my life, even though it was over before my second birthday. The generation that includes my parents became the “greatest generation”. And for good reason. The response after Pearl Harbor was overwhelming and after the invasion of Europe starting with Normandy, the ending of it was predictable.

As a family living in a small Midwestern city, we did not talk about the war at all. It seemed strange at the time because the five of us always ate dinner together at the dinner table every night. Mom kept a bowl in the middle of the table and each of us was encouraged to write a subject on a piece of paper that we wanted to discuss and put it in the bowl.

I don’t remember the war ever coming up. If it did come up, the subject was quickly changed. While the three of us did know vaguely that the subject was taboo and that dad did not have the active role in it that he wanted, it was 60 years later and long after mom and dad were gone that the picture became a little clearer.

Dad was born in Algona, Iowa in February of 1912. His dad was the town doctor, having graduated from Northwestern Medical School. It was a small farming community without much wealth. My grandfather’s practice was not profitable and he was often paid with eggs or a chicken. But he made an obvious impact on the community because his death was the headline of the local newspaper 20 years after he had left Algona for Janesville, Wisconsin.

Dad was a teenager when he came with his parents and sister and brother to Janesville. Dr. Hartman practiced obstetrics there with his brother in an active practice. The family archives indicate that dad had many friends and some of them were very close. The photos of his friends seems a little unusual because there was such a large group. Thirteen young earnest men dressed in their suits! (another photo not included is of the 13 of them standing in the snow, again in their suits). The family letters noted that several of them came to his wedding all the way up in northern Wisconsin.

Dad was 29 years old, out of the University of Wisconsin and working for the Parker Pen Company when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. We know from war time letters that at least four of these close friends, who would have been his age, were in the Army. And that is the subject of this collage.

We know that in 1940 the Selective Service Training and Service Act was passed and that all men between the ages of 21 and 45 were required to register. We also know that on October 29, 1941 my sister Nan was born in Des Moines, IA where they were living. A month later the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.

Many remaining family letters, mostly from Malcolm Jeffris, my grandfather, to my mother between 1941 and 1944 deal with dad’s strong wish to go into the service. In fact, at one point after Nan was born, they were living in Omaha and advanced plans were being made to store belongings and get train reservations to get mom and Nan up to mom’s parent’s home in Rhinelander so that dad could enter the Army. We don’t know exactly what happened. In fact, we have no idea. And I am not sure it matters anyway. But we do know that dad suffered for many years over what he wasn’t able to do and what happened to his close friend Dick Lintleman.

Legend

1. The return to sender envelope dad received containing his letter to Dick Lintleman. This is the centerpiece of this collage. It is marked “deceased” and signed by J. L. Jones, Captain, Infantry. We think that dad did not know of his death and this was how he found out. Pretty chilling, even today.

2. This is the line in the 115th Infantry Regiment morning report reporting the death of Lt. Richard C. Lintleman.

3. Notice in the University of Wisconsin press of Lintleman’s death.

4. First page of dad’s letter to Dick Lintleman, dated July 17, 1941. In it, dad indicates that he knows that Lintleman has been wounded. It turns out that he had died almost a month to the day before this letter was addressed. Dad’s letter is well written and poignant. It talks of Dick Lintleman’s wife, Jean and their little girl and of the closeness of their friendship.

Communication was very slow by today’s standards. The story of Joe Weaver finally being released from a German camp is like that. Apparently, his family didn’t even know he was alive until his train showed up in their Mississippi town. Getting the news of dad’s close friend in this manner must have been a shock.

5. Letter on Army stationery dated June 5, 1943 from Lintleman to dad. At that point he is in England somewhere complaining about the beer, but enjoying the scotch.

6. This is the last Lintleman letter in our archives. It is April 19, 1944. He hasn’t bathed in 10 days and complains about living conditions. No mention of an impending invasion, of course.

7. Letter dated 5-3-44 from Malcolm Jeffris (my maternal grandfather) to mom again discussing dad’s impending entrance into the service. By this time, I have arrived and it seems like the Army would be unlikely now.

8. Another Lintleman letter on Army paper.

9. This is the second page of dad’s July 17, 1944 letter to Dick Lintleman in which wife Jean and the baby are mentioned.

10. Coat of Arms of the 115th Infantry Regiment. This regiment was in the second wave at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. It saw active action on a daily basis and headed inland toward St. Lo about 35 kilometers from Omaha Beach. We think Lt. Lintleman was killed near St. Lo.

11. This is the photo of the 13 Janesville friends. Dad is in the middle sitting and Lintleman is standing far right. The photo must have related to their high school graduation.

12. This is a letter from Dick Lintleman to Tom Ehrlinger, one of the 13 friends. Apparently, Ehrlinger is sick and in an institution called Pinehurst in Janesville.

13. Handwritten names of the thirteen friends.

14. Photo of Normandy American Cemetery, Colleville-sur-Mer, France where Lt. Lintleman is buried.

15. Address of Lintleman’s grave site.

16. Logo for the Parker Pen Company, the iconic Janesville company where dad worked during the early ‘40’s.

17. Logo for the Warner Electric Brake company where dad worked starting in about 1943. It made parts for tanks and other war vehicles.

18. Letter from Malcolm Jeffris to dad dated 3-5-42. This letter is in response to a letter dad must have written him asking for advice related to the Army. In it Malcolm pointed out and interesting coincidence. The United States entered into World War I when he was 29 and mom, his first child had just been born. So, he seems to have had exactly the same circumstance as dad and ended up staying out of the war. Read less Here is the accompanying Legend to Mike's World War... Read more II Collage as referenced with numbers:

The Second World War was the most momentous event of my life, even though it was over before my second birthday. The generation that includes my parents became the “greatest generation”. And for good reason. The response after Pearl Harbor was overwhelming and after the invasion of Europe starting with Normandy, the ending of it was predictable.

As a family living in a small Midwestern city, we did not talk about the war at all. It seemed strange at the time because the five of us always ate dinner together at the dinner table every night. Mom kept a bowl in the middle of the table and each of us was encouraged to write a subject on a piece of paper that we wanted to discuss and put it in the bowl.

I don’t remember the war ever coming up. If it did come up, the subject was quickly changed. While the three of us did know vaguely that the subject was taboo and that dad did not have the active role in it that he wanted, it was 60 years later and long after mom and dad were gone that the picture became a little clearer.

Dad was born in Algona, Iowa in February of 1912. His dad was the town doctor, having graduated from Northwestern Medical School. It was a small farming community without much wealth. My grandfather’s practice was not profitable and he was often paid with eggs or a chicken. But he made an obvious impact on the community because his death was the headline of the local newspaper 20 years after he had left Algona for Janesville, Wisconsin.

Dad was a teenager when he came with his parents and sister and brother to Janesville. Dr. Hartman practiced obstetrics there with his brother in an active practice. The family archives indicate that dad had many friends and some of them were very close. The photos of his friends seems a little unusual because there was such a large group. Thirteen young earnest men dressed in their suits! (another photo not included is of the 13 of them standing in the snow, again in their suits). The family letters noted that several of them came to his wedding all the way up in northern Wisconsin.

Dad was 29 years old, out of the University of Wisconsin and working for the Parker Pen Company when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor. We know from war time letters that at least four of these close friends, who would have been his age, were in the Army. And that is the subject of this collage.

We know that in 1940 the Selective Service Training and Service Act was passed and that all men between the ages of 21 and 45 were required to register. We also know that on October 29, 1941 my sister Nan was born in Des Moines, IA where they were living. A month later the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.

Many remaining family letters, mostly from Malcolm Jeffris, my grandfather, to my mother between 1941 and 1944 deal with dad’s strong wish to go into the service. In fact, at one point after Nan was born, they were living in Omaha and advanced plans were being made to store belongings and get train reservations to get mom and Nan up to mom’s parent’s home in Rhinelander so that dad could enter the Army. We don’t know exactly what happened. In fact, we have no idea. And I am not sure it matters anyway. But we do know that dad suffered for many years over what he wasn’t able to do and what happened to his close friend Dick Lintleman.

Legend

1. The return to sender envelope dad received containing his letter to Dick Lintleman. This is the centerpiece of this collage. It is marked “deceased” and signed by J. L. Jones, Captain, Infantry. We think that dad did not know of his death and this was how he found out. Pretty chilling, even today.

2. This is the line in the 115th Infantry Regiment morning report reporting the death of Lt. Richard C. Lintleman.

3. Notice in the University of Wisconsin press of Lintleman’s death.

4. First page of dad’s letter to Dick Lintleman, dated July 17, 1941. In it, dad indicates that he knows that Lintleman has been wounded. It turns out that he had died almost a month to the day before this letter was addressed. Dad’s letter is well written and poignant. It talks of Dick Lintleman’s wife, Jean and their little girl and of the closeness of their friendship.

Communication was very slow by today’s standards. The story of Joe Weaver finally being released from a German camp is like that. Apparently, his family didn’t even know he was alive until his train showed up in their Mississippi town. Getting the news of dad’s close friend in this manner must have been a shock.

5. Letter on Army stationery dated June 5, 1943 from Lintleman to dad. At that point he is in England somewhere complaining about the beer, but enjoying the scotch.

6. This is the last Lintleman letter in our archives. It is April 19, 1944. He hasn’t bathed in 10 days and complains about living conditions. No mention of an impending invasion, of course.

7. Letter dated 5-3-44 from Malcolm Jeffris (my maternal grandfather) to mom again discussing dad’s impending entrance into the service. By this time, I have arrived and it seems like the Army would be unlikely now.

8. Another Lintleman letter on Army paper.

9. This is the second page of dad’s July 17, 1944 letter to Dick Lintleman in which wife Jean and the baby are mentioned.

10. Coat of Arms of the 115th Infantry Regiment. This regiment was in the second wave at Omaha Beach on June 6, 1944. It saw active action on a daily basis and headed inland toward St. Lo about 35 kilometers from Omaha Beach. We think Lt. Lintleman was killed near St. Lo.

11. This is the photo of the 13 Janesville friends. Dad is in the middle sitting and Lintleman is standing far right. The photo must have related to their high school graduation.

12. This is a letter from Dick Lintleman to Tom Ehrlinger, one of the 13 friends. Apparently, Ehrlinger is sick and in an institution called Pinehurst in Janesville.

13. Handwritten names of the thirteen friends.

14. Photo of Normandy American Cemetery, Colleville-sur-Mer, France where Lt. Lintleman is buried.

15. Address of Lintleman’s grave site.

16. Logo for the Parker Pen Company, the iconic Janesville company where dad worked during the early ‘40’s.

17. Logo for the Warner Electric Brake company where dad worked starting in about 1943. It made parts for tanks and other war vehicles.

18. Letter from Malcolm Jeffris to dad dated 3-5-42. This letter is in response to a letter dad must have written him asking for advice related to the Army. In it Malcolm pointed out and interesting coincidence. The United States entered into World War I when he was 29 and mom, his first child had just been born. So, he seems to have had exactly the same circumstance as dad and ended up staying out of the war. Read less

Scott Holcombe

2019, Bend, OR, USA

Mike Moran

My most sincere condolences to Mike's family and many friends. I count myself among both - certainty as his friend, and in many ways as part of the family. Mike welcomed me as both from the beginning of our relationship, 23 years ago. That fact speaks volumes about who he was, how he treated people, and how he should be remembered. A good, gracious, man who loved his life, his family, and his friends. I miss you.

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Paul Sandro

Beloit, WI, USA

Mike touring the Power Plant union at Beloit College

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Paul Sandro

2016, Spring Green, WI, USA

Dinner in a bank vault

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Paul Sandro

2019, Bend, OR, USA

Mini Reunion hosted by Rosie and Grier Davis

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Paul Sandro

2019, Bend, OR, USA

Mini Reunion hosted by Rosie and Grier Davis — with Scott Holcombe, Paul Sandro, Mike and Rosie Davis

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Paul Sandro

2016, Beloit, WI, USA

50th Beloit Reunion — with Sue, Mike and Grier Davis

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Paul Sandro

2016, Spring Green, WI, USA

Paul Sandro

2016, Spring Green, WI, USA

Paul Sandro

Beloit, WI, USA

25th class reunion — with Mike, Grier Davis and Larry Dewall

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Paul Sandro

Beloit, WI, USA

Beloit College 25th Class of 1966 reunion

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Paul Sandro

1995, Beloit, WI, USA

Athletics Hall of Honor

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Paul Sandro

1995, Beloit, WI, USA

Induction into Beloit Athletics Hall of Honor — with Mike

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Paul Sandro

1995, Beloit, WI, USA

Beloit Athletics Hall of Honor Induction

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Paul Sandro

1966, Beloit, WI, USA

After graduation from Beloit College — with Mike, Paul, Memom and Nancy Hartman

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Paul Sandro

oops, that's Aunt Helen with Memom I think, not Mike's mother Nancy. oops, that's Aunt Helen with Memom I think, not Mike's mother Nancy. oops, that's Aunt Helen with Memom I think, not Mike's... Read more

Ben Meier

William Rutherford

2012

This was one of Mike’s Christmas gifts — with Mike and Maddie

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Patty Weiner

It wasn't that long ago when I was with Mike in Ohio for Dieter's Celebration of Life. He was such a great Uncle to Nan's kids and a great Uncle-in-law to me. Matt will be with you this weekend. Sending hugs and love...Patty Weiner

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