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Pete Hartt, the former sports editor of the Times Argus, died yesterday. He was 52. He had a heart attack while working out at a fitness club. 

Pete was a very big man, overweight -- although apparently he had lost some weight recently. But 52 is still much too young. 

He was a great deal of fun to work with -- he was one of the reasons I looked forward to going into the office. He was a journalist with his priorities in the right place. He sat across from me, and I enjoyed catching his eye about things that were absurd. 

And he’s the second Vermont journalist to die this year – Peter Freyne died recently, too. Peter was very sick; he had quit his job a while ago. He was such a staple of Vermont journalism and politics that it’s hard to imagine that he’s gone. 

He wrote a weekly column called Inside Track that was mandatory reading for every politician and journalist in the state; one of his hallmarks were the funny nicknames he gave politicians. Howard Dean was HoHo; Gov. Madeleine Kunin was Queen Madeleine; Patrick Leahy was St. Pat. He also covered the state's media, calling them out for mistakes and following who was fired and hired. For a long time I'll bet every new reporter in the state was told on the first day on the job about Peter and the necessity of reading his column. 

Peter Freyne was young, too, just 59. 

Here's an article about Peter Freyne and one about Pete Hartt

slyvermont: (typewriter girl)
My paper doesn't get obits like this one. I doublechecked-- it really ran. There are some very funny things in here, and I wanted to share. Mr. Porter had a wonderful sense of humor:

Daniel R.  Porter

[  Originally published on: Monday, November 27, 2006, in the Daily Hampshire (Mass.) Gazette ]
COOPERSTOWN, N.Y.  - With trumpets blaring, Zeus, god of gods, called Daniel Reed Porter III to  His Heavenly Pantheon on Nov. 21, 2006.
He (Porter, not  Zeus) was the second White child born in the new maternity ward of Cooley  Dickinson Hospital in Northampton on his father's birthday July 2, 1930. His  mother Eleanor (Parsons) needed all the help she could get.

Porter was reared  on a small farm with his siblings in Worthington. Sickly as a child, his  parents often contemplated drowning him in Watt's Brook that flowed (trickled  in summer) behind the house into which (the brook, not the house) they  deposited other trash, sewage and cow manure.
After being  partially educated in local schools, Porter matriculated in the class of 1952  at UMass, formerly Mass Aggie. Here he failed to distinguish himself in any  meaningful way, and managed to alienate a number of his classmates and  professors. Upon graduation without honors, Porter was drafted into the Army  and served in Korea before and after the armistice. There he learned more than  at college - never volunteer, be cowardly to survive, don't circulate  petitions and keep away from indigenous females.
Returning home  ill-prepared for an occupation, he was strangely accepted by the University of  Michigan Graduate School where he tried to prepare for an acceptable if not  respectable occupation.
A 35-year career  as a museum and historical agency administrator and museum director followed.  He moved from state to state five times to keep ahead of his reputation. He  completed his career ignominiously in Cooperstown in 1992. On his demise, he  was a member of no organization, club or charity.
Porter was not  survived by his parents and sister, Janice Leroux. But surviving him are his  relict, Joan (Dornfeld); a daughter, Leslie, her husband, Edward Easton III,  and their daughters, Erika, Caitlin, and Allison, of Coudersport (God's  Country), Pa.; his son, Andrew, and his wife, Amy (Pens), and their heir,  Reed; a brother, Edward, and his wife, Shirley (Smith), on Watt's Brook; a  brother-in-law, Al Leroux, and his Buick sedan of Northampton; and numbers of  nieces and nephews.
There will be no  final rites or any mumbo-jumbo. He will not lie in state at the The Farmers'  Museum. His cremated remains will be scattered on Watt's Brook. Memorial gifts  will not be accepted and cards are a waste of money.


Aug. 31st, 2006 12:43 pm
slyvermont: (fieldofdreams)
Here's a link to the newspaper story I wrote about Annie's memorial service.

The service was very well done. Annie's mom did an exceptional job. Her comments, humor touched with poignancy, were wonderful and hit just the right note. I saw people from Annie's child care center and elementary school and our neighborhood. It was overwhelming that about 500 people showed up for this.

Her sister wrote and read a beautiful poem that I am putting behind the cut, along with the story behind it


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