Edwin R. Hardman

Ed Hardman passed away on Sept. 7, 2014 in Seattle. He was born 12/22/21 in Roslyn, WA, son of Richard and Betsy Ellen Hardman. He graduated from Cle Elum High School following which he was a student at Seattle University when WWII began and he left to enter the Navy during the war years.

After his discharge, he received a B.A. Degree from CWCE, Ellensburg followed by a MSW Degree from the UW and further training with psychoanalysts. He had a long and successful career including clinical and supervisory work at Ryther Child Center, private practice, consulting and as an instructor for the UW Graduate School of Social Work. After his first retirement he enjoyed a certified professional guardianship practice and volunteer work with Group Health. He was always a gentleman, truly dedicated to his work, family and enjoyment of friends. Ed met the love of his life in Ellensburg when they were both seniors in college and working at the Kittitas County Welfare Department. In July they celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary.

Ed was preceded in death by his parents, daughter Rita Hardman Pinkley and companion dog, Herman.

He is survived by his wife, Alice, son Jim (Laurie), son-in-law John Pinkley (Marilyn), 5 grandchildren: Rick (Janet), Robert (Heather), Doug (Agnes) Pinkley, Christine Butler (Eric) and Beth Johnson. He is also survived by ten grandchildren; Lydia, Nina, Alexandra, Garrison, Samantha, Nicole, Philip, Savannah, Caleb and Rachel.

A rosary will be held on Friday, September 12, 2014, 7:00 PM at St. Matthew Catholic Church, Seattle, WA. A funeral service will be held on Saturday, September 13, 2014, 10:00 AM at Acacia Memorial Park & Funeral Home, Seattle, WA.

Arrangements under the direction of Acacia Memorial Park & Funeral Home, Seattle, Washington.

REMEMBRANCES OF MY LIFE

Edwin R. Hardman

Told to my wife Alice especially for my beloved children, Rita Lorraine Hardman Pinkley

and James Richard Hardman. Also for my grandchildren Richard Edwin, Robert John

and Douglas Lee Pinkley, Christina Mai Pinkley Butler and Bethany San Pinkley Johnson;

great grandchildren, Lydia Nina, Alexandra, Samantha and Garrison Pinkley; my nieces,

Cherie LaFramboise Bergevin, Marilyn LaFramboise Batali and nephews Richard, James and

Patrick LaFramboise

With my love and best wishes to all.

As I dictate this I am nearing my 83rd birthday. As is well known in our family, I was

born in Roslyn, WA on December 23,1921. I have been told that I was born at home, delivered

into this world by a midwife, Mrs. Hudson. lt must have been a cold day, as Roslyn, tucked into

the Cascade Mountains, always had plenty of snow, from about Halloween, with snow still on the

grond around St. Patrick's Day.

Shoveling paths from the road into homes, with about 6 feet of snow on each side was

how we lived in the winter. Roslyn was a multicultural town; nationalities included English,

Italian, Croation, Slovakian, Polish, Yugoslavian, African, Syrian. There were many cemetaries

in the hills surrounding our little town, each designated by the separate groups, as well as some

by lodge affiliation.

I was the fourth child born to parents Richard and Betsy Ellen Critchley Hardman,

both of whom immigrated from the Manchester-Farnworth area in England as young people. My

sister, Mary Hannah, was 9 years old when I was born. Between my sister and myself were two

babies, both deceased (buried in the Eagles Cemetery) by the time I was born. Their names

were Richard and Ellen.

My father was a coal miner and my mother was a homemaker. As a young person in

England my mother worked in a cotton factory. Our extended family living in Roslyn in the

1920s, on my mother's side, included my grandfather, Joseph and step-grandmother, Hannah

Critchley, my mother's brothers and their wifes (my uncles and aunts): Walter and Clara

Critchley; Harry and Maggie Critchley, Robert Critchley and his wife and Herbert who later

married nurse Bonnie Burgess. On my father's side was his half-brother and his wife (my

uncle and aunt), Jack and Jane Hardman.

Remembrances of my pre-school years are few. We lived in a corner house on 4th St.

and Horvatt, which overlooked the ballpark. Our home had a living ro9m, kitchen, two bed-

rooms and a bathroom. We had a generous front porch, a small back porch and a large yard. We

naturally used coal for heating and cooking (with kindling as needed). I remember skooting

around the house on a wooden tricycle and coming up to my family members sitting around the

kitchen table. My sister did not like my following her around. Next I recall enjoying a one

seater pedal car, getting more venturesome and riding it up and down on the 4th St. sidewalk.

My dad was always a good provider. He worked from 11 pm to 7 am at the Ronald Mine #3 and our

household had to accommodate to his sleeping during the day.

He spent many years as a safety inspector (fire boss) and walked through the

mine which was many miles each shift, checking the air ventilation and for gases.

He partnered with Bob Bell and they divided the area needing to be covered. The

Northern Pacific Railroad ran thru the town, collecting coal for distribution.

My grade shool years were at Roslyn Elementary School. At that time all

grades 1-12 were in the same complex, located a short distance from the city center.

In the'20s Roslyn had a population of about 5,000 & an active school system.

My sister, Mary, as a 1Oth grader, took me to school the first day and introduced

me to the first grade. I was 6 years old. I don't remember much about my

early grade experience as, about that time, my mother began an extended hospital

experience & home life changed markedly. Mary became my substitute mother

and, at age 15, began a commendable job. I made good friends at school in spite

of being teased about my red hair. My classmates called me "Red." This nick-

name accompanied me all through school. I had a few fights because of my red

hair, but this eventually settled down.

I must have been about 6 or 7 years old when Mary took me to the Catholic

Church. She baby-sat for the Bechtol's children across the street from our home

and Mrs. Bechtol encouraged Mary to affiliate with the Catholic Church, which Mary

did. In turn, she began taking me with her. This was a wonderful connection and

both Mary and I benefitted from our ties and activities with the church. We knew

our dad was Catholic but a non-attender, explained by his working 7 days a week.

Our mother, whose family was Episcopalian, didn't attend church. I took catechism

classes from nuns who came from Ellensburg in the summer to work with Roslyn

children. Before long I was an altar boy and Father called me the Light of the

Israelites because of my red hair, I think. My Catholicism saw me thru some difficult

times in my life.

During the summer months, I remember the horse-drawn Roslyn Bakery

wagon with its route along the streets. We would purchase chunks of ice, chipped

to the size we needed. Another salesman, a welcome peddler, Mr. Abid from Syria,

went from house to house with suitcases of rug samples and cleaning supplies for

which he took orders.

During huckleberry season groups of Indians on horseback would come from

Salmon la sac area with baskets full of huckleberries attached to the sides of their

horses. They followed the dirt trails, which was comparatively easy since the only

paved road was the main road from Cle EIum to Ronald, When my mother saw the

Indians coming, she would send me, with a quart container and money to purchase

the huckleberries they sold. Our home was on their path from Salmon la sac to

their homes in Yakima. Their horses ambled down the streets, stopping along the

way when hailed down by people wanting to buy their berries. Mother made delicious

huckleberry pies and jam.

Roslyn had two butcher shops, a bakery-grocery store, the Northwest

Improvement Co. Store (a big general store) and two other small grocery stores.

My family had an account with the NWI Co. Store, but paid cash most of the time.

We shopped from both Montgomery Ward and Sears Roebuck Catalogs.

When our orders came, we picked them up at the post office. Roslyn had no mail

delivery. The post office was a central meeting place in the city.

Another shopping spot was J.C. Penney in Cle Elum, a distance of about 7

miles east of Roslyn & on the main state highway. Cle Elum and Roslyn had com-

peting sports teams which were always an interest to me, especially as I got older

and participated. Many competing events were held at the Roslyn Ball Park which

was just south of the Roslyn School Complex. The two small towns were like sister

cities, competitive, but banding together against neighboring city teams.

Roslyn was a town with a few stores, a few churches, but many saloons. I

remember that there were 3 main churches-Catholic, Presbyterian and Episcopalian.

The saloons were the busiest places, the historic one, in my memory, being the

Brick, which was considered town city center by many. During my early life wine

making and beer making were commonplace. You could tell who was making wine

as you passed by a home from the odor. Many of the nationalities in Roslyn drank

wine with their meals, There always seemed to be stories about events connected

to wine making as it was essentially illegal. The main historical event was when a

still in Ronald (a very small town west of Roslyn) blew up and the entire town

caught on fire.

Other stories have to do with Roslyn wine makers transferring their bottles

from one home to another when they learned when and where raids were planned.

I recall that on one occasion, when our neighbor learned that his home was to be

raided, he moved his kegs under our house, so when his home was searched,

nothing was found.

All of this around me made my life interesting and is certainly woven into my

memory. My dad was no stranger to the liquors. Mary was often sent to town after

he got home from work, with a bucket, to bring cold beer home for him. He always

enjoyed beer after he came home from work.

Dad was a volunteer firemen and, from my earliest memory, we listened for

sirens coming from the Roslyn Fire Department. The volunteers, located in homes

in various parts of the town, would listen to the number of sirens, from which they

would learn the location of the fire and head for it. A good system of organization!

About the time I entered grade school dad bought an old touring car, an

Overland, and began learning how to drive it. I remember one time when Dad was

going to practice with a drive to Ronald and I went along, sitting in the back seat. I

think he reached Ronald, then tried to turn the car around and we wound up in a

ditch. Neither of us was hurt, but the experience was memorable. I remember

Dad taking the family out for drives and how pleased we were. Later Dad financed

a friend who wanted to open a Chevy dealership in Cle Elum, becoming a silent

partner in the business. He then purchased a Chevy, and by that time I was old

enough to learn to drive. I took my mother for a ride and drove the car off the

road, and I think the car was hanging off a hillside. However, as time went on, I

did learn how to drive and my record has been pretty good ever since.

My sister moved to Yakima when I was about 12 & started the St. Elizabeth

School of Nursing, This was a loss for me, but I remained busy in Roslyn Grade

School and enjoyed friendships I made. When I was 14 Mary finished Nurses'

Training and married. This happened after I had graduated from the 8th grade.

By agreement I moved to Yakima and stayed with my sister and her husband,

Leon, and spent my high school freshman year at Marquette High School in

Yakima. This was a fine year for me and I recall it with great pleasure. The

following year I returned to Roslyn. By this time Roslyn and Cle Elum

had a combined High School located in Cle Elum. The remainder of my high

schooling was at Cle Elum High and I graduated in June, 1940. During these years

my mother experienced another hospitalization and I lived for a time with my

grandfather and step-grandmother, who were always welcoming and kind to me, I

enjoyed a special warm relationship with my grandfather and was at his bedside

when he died. This was either in 1939 or 1940.

Soon after high school graduation I went to work at Northwest Improvement

Co. Mine #3 at Ronald, mining coal. I quickly learned that coal mining was not for

me, but I remained there for about a year in order to earn and save money to

start college in the fall of 1941. I had chosen to attend Seattle College in Seattle

and I think this was a good choice.

What a change to move from tiny Roslyn to big Seattlel I located room &

board in a private home near the college. Two of us students roomed together

and we took turns chauffeuring the lady of the house. I also had other jobs that

year, one at Swedish Hospital and one at Diamond Parking Lots (one next to the

Lyons Bldg. and another at the Eagles’ Auditorium) where cousin Johnny Hardman

was manager. On my first night Johnny gave me the keys, then left. All was quiet

until a multitude of cars lined up to be parked for some entertainment. I was un-

familiar with gear shifts on the steering wheel, but learned fast.

Everything seemed challenging and just as I was getting off to a good start

came Dec. 7, 1941, the bombing of Pearl Harbor and our country went into WW II.

From then on practically all the young men were enlisting.

I decided to enlist in the Navy as soon as I could complete my classes. Because

I was not yet 21 Dad had to come to Seattle to sign permission for me to

enter the service. So then, in 1942, my tour of duty began. I was in the U.S. Navy

for almost 4 years. All of my service was in the U.S., and I had extensive training,

beginning with Whitman College at Walla Walla, then at Columbia University, New

York. Following that I was stationed at Duke University, Paris Island, S. Carolina. I

was in the Medical Corps, was trained and served as a dental assistant. The war

years were not pleasant ones and what a wonderful time it was when the war ended.

I was honorably discharged out of Bremerton in 1946 and was 25 years old at

that time.

Following my discharge I returned to Roslyn, found my parents doing well in

their own home. Dad was on the verge of retirement from Patrick's Mine. I had a

brief visit with them, also with my sister and Leon in Yakima, who, by this time had

a family of four children. Then I thought I would find a temporary job before

returning to school.

I spoke with a friend of mine who worked at the WA State Employment Office

and he said that the Kittitas Co. Welfare Department was looking for a "Visitor" and

encouraged me to look into what that was all about. I did just that and was

immediately hired by Administrator Thelma Swanson. My assignment was for the

"Upper Kittitas County" to establish eligibility and provide services to Old Age

Assistance (OAA), Aid to Dependent Children (ADC) and General Assistance (GA)

clients. Each case had to have eligibility re-established annually. I had offices in

both Ellensburg and Cle Elum. I lived at the Metcalf Boarding Home in Ellensburg.

In early January, 1947, another Visitor was hired, name Alice L, Coe. We

met at the Ellensburg office on 1-7-47 and I want to say, from the bottom of my

heart, that this was the luckiest day of my life. Before the month was over I asked

her for a date. Soon the courtship began. After a while we met each other's

families, She was committed to her little daughter, Rita, & her parents in Yakima.

where she spent week-ends. I soon began spending nights in the home of my

sister and brother in law in Yakima, where I was always welcome. I enjoyed my

nieces and nephews, Cherie, Marilyn, Dick and Jim. I watched them grow up and I

continue to enjoy their company and hearing about them. Much of my days were

with Alice and her family. We announced our engagement at Christmas, 1948.

Alice and I graduated from Central Washington College of Education (CWCE)

on Aug. 15, 1948. I shared with Alice the loss of her father who died 3 days before

our graduation.

AIice and I were married on July 30, 1949 at Kittitas, WA, which is a "suburb"

of Ellensburg, at the home of our good friends, Art and Helen Smith.

I had applied for and been accepted by the George Warren Brown School of

Social Work at Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri, beginning fall term,

1949. A choice we made, which we have since come to regret was the temporary

separation from our lovely little daughter. At the time we felt that Rita remaining

with her grandmother in the loving stable home from her birth, was in her best

interest. The school year in St. Louis had many unknowns and our marriage needed

time to settle in.

Our first year of grad school was a great experience. I had a field placement

at Bliss Psychiatric Clinic, a part of the St. Louis Hospital. Our first housing was in

an apartment in the home of the Farbers, both musicians with the St. Louis Symphony

Orchestra, then later we moved to public housing on Morrison St,, within

walking distance of Bliss Psychiatric Clinic.

On 5-1-50 son, James Richard, was born at St. Mary's Hospital, St. Louis,

Missouri. Soon after, I found work in Yakima and I was happy at the thought of

our family coming together, Both Alice and I had been "homesick" for some time.

I had accepted a position as Executive Director of Catholic Children's Services,

a branch of the Seattle agency. My assignment was to set up this newly established

agency. CCS offered counseling, foster care services and services to unwed mothers.

My office was in the Larson Building. I worked with a Board of Directors. Father

Thomas Gill, Director of the home agency came from Seattle to Board meetings

and I went to Seattle for monthly staff meetings, This Yakima agency is still in

existence and has grown in staff and services.

It was good to establish family ties once again. My family was my wife and

two beloved children, Rita and Jim. Another big event was the birth of my nephew,

Patrick, born June 19, 1951 in Yakima. My sister was very happy and we all welcomed

the new baby.

Since my G.I. Bill, funding for education, was about to expire I had to decide

about completing graduate school. Alice and I thought the W.W. School of Social

Work in Seattle was the most practical. I applied for admission and was accepted

for the fall of 1951. With some regret we left Yakima and moved into Yesler

Terrace Housing, Seattle, My field placement was at Family Society, where I spent

2 days a week, was very convenient to our temporary home. I graduated in

June, 1952, receiving an MSW (Master of Social Work) degree. While we were living

at Yesler Terrace my legal adoption of Rita was completed.

The King County Juvenile Court was nearby. They had a social work position

open and I joined the staff there. There was a strong support group of social

workers in Seattle and I felt this was important at this time of my career. We

purchased a home on Beacon Hill, a very short drive from the Juvenile Court. I be-

came a full member of the National Association of Social Workers (NASW), before

long helped establish another professional organization for the advancement of

private practice in Social Work (CAPP) and became a ”Fellow.”

My early professional life was filled with learning, activities such as working

toward state licensing (serving as NASW Chair for licensing), attending/speaking at

conferences. Also I had a contract with Family Life, a branch of Seattle public

Schools, as a consultant in Early Childhood Development.

I was pleased with my growing family. Alice was a working homemaker. Rita

and Jim were our pride and joy. They attended Beacon Hill Elementary School.

We lived on Beacon Hill at 3273 19th Ave. S. for eight years. I continued work at

the King County Juvenile Court. William G. Long was the presiding judge during my

employment at the Court.

When I was offered a position by Lillian Johnson, Director of Ryther Child

Center in 1955 I considered it carefully, and then decided to accept. Working as a

therapist was of greater interest to me than court work. Ryther was located on 44th

and Stoneway, so was a further drive from my home. My family agreed to move

from South to North Seattle and we began a search for a new home. Ryther Child

Center moved into its new home on N.E. 95th, so we looked in that area and found

a home nearby - address 2O2L N.E. 100th. We moved into it in December, 1959

and had a very merry Christmas in our brand new home.

For over 30 years I worked at Ryther Child Center, adding a private counsel-

ing service as well as a variety of contracts over the years. I served as consultant

with the Vocational Rehabilitation Program and counseled with groups of high

school students. I received additional training in psychotherapy from Dr. Edith

Buxbaum, a well-known analyst and author on child development (one book I

remember "Your Child Makes Sense”) and from Dr. Frank Bobbitt, psychiatrist and

consultant to Ryther. I was a Field Instructor for the U.W. School of Social Work

for about 25 years as well as a casework supervisor of other social workers at

Ryther for about the same amount of time.

My father died in 1965 and my mother died in 1971. Alice and I had primarary

responsibility for my mother after my father's death. I was very pleased with

my mother's quality of life during these years. She found a fine place in the com-

munity and became socially active with not only family but also friends, particularly

in Calvary Episcopal Church in Roslyn where Alice & I took her almost every Sunday

after my dad died. What a great blessing my mother gave to me in these last five

years. I learned so much of her fine capacity and nature which had been hidden

for so many years.

My friend, Jack Frost, was my sponsor into the Masonic Lodge. I was approved

into membership and joined the Yancey Blalock Lodge #385 in 1956. The

lodge is located on 133rd and Lake City Way. I also joined the Scottish Rite, which

is located on Broadway. I went through the chairs of the blue lodge and became

Master in 1975. Later I served as Lodge Secretary for five years. I continue mem-

bership and every fall there is a Past-Masters'night when all past masters are

honored. I always plan to attend these these, as well as the regular meetings,

but as I get older my attendance is not regular due to a variety of reasons, including

memory. But I do value my membership in the Masonic Order and am a 32nd

degree member.

Rita and Jim have been all a father could hope for. My daughter, Rita,

graduated from Ingraham High School in 1953 after which she attended

Washington State Univ. At W.S.U. she met John Pinkley and they were married in 1964.

I have been well blessed with a fine son-in-law. At this time Rita and John have

been married 40 years and have raised their family of 5 children. I am very

proud of my grandchildren, Rick, Robb, Doug, Christina & Bethany (spouses and

great grandchildren included also). After raising her family Rita established an

international adoption agency and keeps busy with her work and large family.

My son, Jim, graduated from Nathan Hale High School in 1969, Western

Washington University in 1973 and Puget Sound Law School in 1976. He married

Laura Milroy in 1977 and I have also been blessed with a loving daughter-in-law.

Jim has maintained a law practice, officed in Pioneer Square, Seattle since his

graduation from law school and passing the bar exam, His earlier general practice

moved into specialization in guardianship law, and he now also has a guardianship

practice, He is of counsel to Hardman and Johnson located in Pioneer Square.

My family all live in fairly close proximity. Alice and I have breakfast at

Claire's Pantry with Jim weekly; Grandson Doug, now a certified prosthetist and

orthotist, works nearby and we see him almost every week. Rita and John visit

frequently, Rita and Alice talk on the phone continually (not quite), John very

kindly has assisted us with our home repairs or advice over the years which I have

very much appreciated. Laurie, one of a kind, brings joy to our lives. We enjoy the

company of our children, grandchildren and great grandchildren and count our

blessings. Alice and I are always glad to be in touch with nieces and nephews, for

example when Cherie calls and suggests a get-together, I am always delighted.

Sometime after my retirement from Ryther Child Center I joined Alice in

guardianship service to incapacitated persons, established through court orders.

I developed a caseload of persons who were mentally retarded, with other

handicaps who lived at Fircrest Residential Habilitation Center. I continued this work

until the end of 2003, when I celebrated my 82nd birthday, then again retired. So my

work career spans about 58 years, with approx. 4 years of military service (totaling

62 years). My marriage is going into its 56th year. Not a bad record! Alice and I

repeated vows on our 50th wedding anniversary at St. Matthew Parish near our

home where we are members. My love for Alice has been the most important part

of my life and through all the ups & downs of our years together it is still exciting.

My sister, Mary, died in 1999, followed by the death of my brother in law,

Leon in 2000. I was very saddened and felt the loss of both Mary and Leon. We

were not only related, but also we were good friends.

In concluding my remembrances, I am pleased to look back and note how

my life has been fulfilling and I have no regrets. I am proud of my immediate

family and my nieces and nephews. I have been well blessed and thankful for all

the opportunities to which I have been able to apply myself. I find I am getting

forgetful in many things these days but I do not forget the ones I care about and

I extend my love and very best wishes to all of you.

Dated: December 15, 2OO4

Edwin R. Hardman, Husband, Father,

Grandfather, Great-grandfather, Uncle