I really got to know Uncle Ed when he and Aunt Betty opened their home to me as a teenager. I spent the summer after high school as a live in ranch hand. Some of the best times of my life. Ed could work all day doing the same things I did and at the end of the day I was a messs. My clothes torn by barbed wire,Cuts on my hands and covered head to toe in everything I came in contact with. Ed of course looked no worse for wear! Drove me nuts! As time wore on and I adopted "His way of doing things" I made out much better. I still do many chores as I learned them from him. We all lose a good man with his passing. He had a wealth of knowledge concerning the history of our county, Little Shasta and hard earned Cowboy skills. A true patriot soldier and citizen. He even stood a road block for the State of Jefferson effort in 1941. If they let Cowboys into heaven, I trust he is riding Ringo and tending God's herd. Happy trails Cowboy.
Although small in stature, Ed Hart was a giant. The poet Sam Walter Foss wrote “Bring me men to match my mountains.” Ed was a man who matched the mountains that he loved.
Siskiyou County lost a Good Man.