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Thursday, March 29, 2018

My Grandma Hartley – Ingrained with Copper

Norma Miner Hartley
July 1914 - April 1992
I want to highlight some great (and challenging) aspects of my grandmother Norma Miner Hartley's life. Based on some of her life experiences and example, I believe these can be related to copper and its production. A maiden name of "Miner" also seems to be a nice touch.

Copper and Copper Production

Most copper ores contain only a very small percentage of copper metal, with the vast majority of the ore being unwanted rock. The average grade of copper ores is below 0.6% copper, with a proportion of economic minerals (including copper) being less than 2% of the total volume of the ore rock.

Through a series of intensive processes in which copper ore passes – iterations of being crushed, saturated with acid, melted down, and more – valuable, pure copper is eventully extracted and can then put to use for many good purposes.

Copper
One of the favorable properties of copper is that it is an excellent conductor of electricity. It is better at this than any other metal except for silver, being only slightly behind. In every aspect of electricity generation, transmission and use, copper is the vital metal.

Although copper has many beneficial uses, mining it takes great effort and may come at a great cost. With these ideas in mind, we can now get on to Butte, Montana and my grandmother.

Butte, Montana, a Rugged Mining Town

Butte, Montana is a copper mining town. It was established in 1891 when Anaconda Mining Company bought out all the small, independent gold and silver mining claims and set up a major mining operation. In a short time, copper became king. By the 1920’s, Butte was a “boom town” with 60,000 people. Located in southwestern Montana, Butte was known as "the richest hill on earth."

Deep beneath the residents of Butte are more than 10,000 miles of wooden-framed mining tunnels, some of which descend more than a mile below ground level. In 1955, in addition to the maze of tunnels, Anaconda started excavating an immense open pit copper mine called the Berkley Pit.

Uptown Butte, taken in 2003
Copper mining is a hard and dirty business, and consequently it attracted hard and rough people to Butte. Bars and brothels were plentiful. City officials were “owned” by the mine owners, and could be bought for the right price. Air and water pollution were extremely bad. No fish could survive in the city’s contaminated Silver Bow Creek. There were no broadleaf trees.

Charlie and Norma Hartley

Charlie and Norma Hartley
Taken in 1936
Meanwhile, in Salt Lake City, Utah, a young family was growing; the Charles and Norma Hartley family. Charles Alton Hartley, Jr., known as “Charlie,” was a freight and passenger agent for the Southern Pacific Railroad, Texas born, and a non-practicing Catholic. Norma Miner Hartley was a Utah-bred, practicing Mormon. By 1942 they had three sons, Charles Alton the Third (“Chuck”), Bryan Paul (“Bryan”), and William George (“Billy”).

Little Chuck was born in 1936, and almost from the time of his birth, he suffered from serious asthma and allergies. Asthma nearly took his life in 1938 when he was 18-months old.

In May 1942, doctors discovered that three-month old Billy had glaucoma and was given a 98% chance of going completely blind.

In 1944, Charlie and Norma's daughter Raylene was born. When Raylene was two, in 1946, she wandered into the street to pick up a shiny object and was tragically run over by a milk truck.

These were very challenging events for my grandparents, and Raylene's death was particularly devastating.

Transferred to Butte

Shortly before Raylene’s death, the Southern Pacific had transferred Charlie to Butte, Montana. He was there looking for housing when he received word of the tragedy with Raylene. It’s hard to imagine how Charlie and Norma must have felt moving to Butte and leaving their precious daughter behind. Charlie was sent to Butte as a Southern Pacific freight agent to win a portion of Anaconda’s ore and copper shipping business. In addition, he serviced about two-thirds of the state arranging for the shipment by rail of grain, livestock, and canned produce. He didn’t have an office. Instead, Charlie worked out of a small room in his home and maintained a post office box in downtown Butte. He even built his own sturdy, wooden desk on which to work. Generally, he traveled around Montana three or more days per week, normally by bus or train, visiting clients and fellow railroad agents.

Butte, however, was not a place where a family man was eager to raise a family. It was exceedingly painful for Norma to move to an ugly, rugged copper mining town with three young boys, leaving the support of her family, her church, and being so far away from her daughter’s fresh grave.

In 1949, a fifth child was born to Charlie and Norma. Richard M (“Richy”) was born in Butte’s aging Catholic hospital, St. James.

In 1950, a sixth child was born, Mary Elizabeth. But Norma had earlier contracted the flu and delivered Mary prematurely at about seven months. Mary only lived for five hours. Mary got the flu from Norma and died from hemorrhaging of the bowels. An autopsy showed the virus all through her intestinal tract. Charlie and Norma buried their baby girl next to her sister Raylene in Salt Lake City.

Living in Butte and losing Mary stretched Norma emotionally and spiritually nearly beyond her ability to bear it. But, good neighbors and the little branch of faithful Mormon members rallied around the Hartley’s.

Later, Norma stated that she obtained her testimony of God, the Savior, and the divinity of the LDS Church while she struggled in Butte. Charlie struggled deeply as well, but those struggles led him to question whether there is a loving, personal God. He remained more-or-less agnostic.

An Ultimatum

Norma’s devotion to her church created friction in their marriage. Charlie traveled most of the days of the week, but was generally home on weekends. He wanted his wife to be home when he was and resented Norma’s attendance at Sunday worship services, which typically dominated the entire day.

Once Charlie’s frustration boiled over and he gave her an ultimatum: she would have to choose between him and her church. Norma’s response? “If you want me to choose between you and my church then you’d better start packing your bags!”

He didn’t, and she kept going to church. Ultimately, the two were married for 42 years until Charlie passed away in 1976. Furthermore, for a few years leading up to his death, Charlie actually ended up attending church with Norma, listened and participated during Sunday school, and enthusiastically sang church hymns even though he was always off-key. Norma's faith and devotion were certainly an influence on Charlie for him to start doing such things.

Norma's Valuable "Copper"

So, after many struggles and challenges (particularly while living in Butte) – almost as if Norma were copper ore being crushed, drenched in acid and melted down – her valuable "copper" came – a testimony of God, the Savior, and the divinity of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

Like real copper, Norma's "copper" was also an excellent conductor. Norma's "copper" helped conduct great faith and strong devotion to the majority of her children, including my father Jim, allowing the light of the gospel to shine in their lives. Faithfulness and devotion have already been conducted to other generations as well, which includes me as a beneficiary. As of this writing (March 2018), an estimated ~75 of Norma's currently living descendants (out of ~95) treasure the gospel of Jesus Christ in their own lives, which has been a tremendous blessing for them and others.

If it were not for my grandmother's refined faith and testimony of the gospel, many others would not have the light of the gospel in their lives. Her positive influence cannot be overstated. Grandma Hartley's life and example were certainly like copper in a number of ways.

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Major portions and adaptions for this family story came from the following:

* James E. Hartley: My Story, March 2018

* Remembering Norma Miner Hartley Haymond from William G. Hartley, Richard M Hartley, June 2014

Other Sources:






https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copper

Email and other communications between me (Tom Hartley), Jim Hartley (son of Norma), and Susan Hartley (wife of Bryan Hartley, son of Norma)

Thursday, March 8, 2018

My Aunt Raylene Hartley - A Joy to All


This is a great (and sorrowful) family story written by my father, Jim Hartley, primarily about his sister Raylene (my aunt) and his parents, Norma and Charlie (my grandparents). I want to share this because I believe it has some very valuable insights and lessons that can be of worth to anyone. Below are my father's own words:

Raylene Hartley: A Joy to All

Example of a milkman and delivery
truck in 1946
Tuesday, June 4, 1946. Ellis Oakley Spencer was making his routine afternoon rounds as a milk deliveryman for Clover Leaf Dairy. He stopped his truck and walked to the front porch of 211 East Hubbard Avenue in Salt Lake City, where he carefully placed the bottles of milk ordered by his customer.

Across the street, at 218 East Hubbard Avenue, Norma Hartley was also expecting a milk delivery, but from a different company. It was a hot day, and she was concerned that her milk would get warm and spoil if it sat too long on her front porch. Norma’s two oldest children, Chuck, age 10, and Bryan, age six, were away from home playing with friends. So, she told her four-year-old son, Billy, to let her know when the milkman came.

Billy and his two-year-old sister, Raylene, were playing across the street with other children in a neighbor’s front yard. When that neighbor needed to go somewhere, she sent the children home. As they left, Mr. Spencer was in his truck marking his route book and waved to Billy. About that time, Norma’s milkman arrived. Billy obediently ran home to let his mom know.

Hartley’s home at 218 East
Hubbard Avenu
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Moments later, Norma’s milkman was pounding on their front door. “Mrs. Hartley, please, can we use your telephone. The milkman from the Clover Leaf Dairy needs to report an accident that he’s had.” Mr. Spencer then entered and telephoned the police. “I must report a death. I have run over a little girl.”

Norma noticed that Billy had come in, but not Raylene. She stepped out onto the porch and, to her horror, she saw her little girl’s body lying in the street.

The police arrived almost immediately, and Raylene was rushed to County General Hospital, about two miles away. She was pronounced dead on arrival.

Raylene’s father, Charlie, was in Butte, Montana at the time. About two months earlier, he had received a promotion from the Southern Pacific Railroad to oversee their freight operations in Montana. He was in Butte trying to find a home for the family. Charlie’s former co-workers in Salt Lake City notified him in Butte that Raylene had been in a serious accident. They then arranged for him to fly home.

Friends picked Charlie up at the Salt Lake Airport. On the way to his home, he was stunned by their news that Raylene was dead.

Norma and Charlie had already been through a lot with their children. When their oldest son, Chuck, was 18-months old, he nearly died from asthma. When their third son, Billy, as only a few months old, glaucoma nearly permanently blinded him. Both were saved by miraculous events.

Raylene Hartley, age 2
But, not this time. Raylene’s death was devastating. The two-year-old toddler had been adored by the whole family. Norma had been so excited to finally have a daughter after giving birth to three sons. She later summed it up this way, “Raylene had been such a joy to all of us.”

The Clover Leaf Dairy delivery man, Mr. Spencer, and his wife visited Charlie and Norma to express their immense sorrow and deepest sympathies. He had not noticed that Raylene had not followed her brother home. He started up his truck and felt a bump as he moved away from the curbing. He looked in his rearview mirror and saw the child lying in the road. The truck had passed over Raylene’s neck, fracturing her skull and neck. Mr. Spencer was devastated and heart-broken.

Charlie and Norma realized that the death was an accident. Mr. Spencer had no way of knowing that Raylene had crawled under the truck. Their compassion toward Mr. Spencer was remarkable. Some people would have been angry and bitter. They would have sued the milkman and his company for many thousands of dollars. Here’s what Charlie said about that: “The driver was no way at fault . . . . The company that owned the vehicle was no way at fault. I didn’t feel that when they’re not really at fault, that you should blackmail them for a lot of money.” Even so, Charlie and Norma accepted a check from Clover Leaf Dairy for $2,500.

The events that followed immediately after Raylene’s death were a blur to the family. After acknowledging all the sentiments, support, and gifts of many, many good friends and neighbors, Charlie later confessed that he couldn’t remember many of the details of that difficult time. He said, “We were so upset and everything was so disturbed and we had so many people in and out, I just don’t remember.”

Raylene was buried at Wasatch Lawn Memorial Park in East Millcreek, Utah. She was joined four years later by her younger sister, Mary Elizabeth Hartley, who died in Butte, Montana. Mary had only lived for five hours because of complications caused by a dangerous flu that Norma contracted during her pregnancy.


While raising their family, Charlie and Norma understood hardship and sorrow. But, they did not let it destroy them. Instead, they moved forward with their lives and created an extremely happy, loving home for their surviving five sons.

Regarding those terrible challenges, a poem by Helen Steiner Rice reflects Charlie’s and Norma’s attitude perfectly:

           God has told us that nothing can sever
           A life He created to live on forever.
           So let God’s promise soften our sorrow
           And give us new strength for a brighter tomorrow.

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Written by James E. Hartley, Raylene’s and Mary’s brother.
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Sources and Photo Acknowledgement

  • Newspaper report of Raylene’s accidental death— CPG)&returnUrl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.familysearch.org%2Ftree%2Fperson%2Fmemories%2FK4TRCPG
  • Transcript of an oral history interview by William G. Hartley with Charles Alton Hartley, Jr., October 11, 1973
  • Transcript of an oral history interview by William G. Hartley with Norma Miner Hartley, June 9, 1978
  • http://cdn.onlyinyourstate.com/wpcontent/uploads/2017/03/17021493_1463717743651947_6609801752851732429_n-700x628.jpg
  • Rice, Helen Steiner, Expressions of Comfort, Barbour Publishing, Inc., 2007, 68. Used by permission.

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