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James Thomas Hartford M.D.

Portland, Oregon

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M.D., James Thomas Hartford, 81 08/15/1928 08/10/2010 Dr. James Hartford died at home Aug. 10, 2010. He was 81 years old, just five days short of celebrating his 82nd birthday with his family. James was born Aug. 15, 1928, in Denver to Ruth Farrell Hartford and Daniel Hartford Sr. Orphaned as a...

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I WAS A MEDICAL SCHOOL CLASSMATE OF JIM"S AND HE WAS A GOOD FRIEND..WHEN IRETURNED TO PORTLAND IN 1967 TO BEGIN A RESIDENCY IN OPHTHALMOLOGY HE BECAME MY CHILDREN'S PEDIATRICIAN. WE SHARED MANY GOOD TIMES TOGETHER WITH VACATIONS TO BLACK BUTTE AND MULTIPE FISHING OUTINGS WITHE "SALMON ATTACK FORCE" HE WAS A PERFECT GENTLEMAN AND I STILL MISS HIM

a memory of his waiting room and the Highlite books were my memories of this fine man and Doctor

Jim Hartford was a kind and most caring physician. He was a great medical school classmate and later became my three childrens' pediatrician. I thank him for his dedication and love for all of his patients. We will sorely miss him.

George Caspar MD

Dr. Hartford will be missed but always remembered by my family. There we were at Good Sam hospital, my granddaughter had just been born with some birth trauma. We chose Dr. Hartford from a list of available physicans who were taking new patients and also taking the Oregon Health Plan. He was sent to us by the angels. He jumped right in, did all the necessary things that were required for my granddaughter and always, always taking the time to explain in great detail what he was doing. He...

As a Pediatric Surgeon, Jim and I shared many patients together. I always looked forward to a referral from Jim, since I knew that he would have made the correct diagnosis, communicated with the family in such a way that they were well informed and comfortable with the subsequent treatment. His patients and their families loved him. I will miss the phone call and working with Jim. We would all like to be remembered for the life that we lived, just as we remember Jim. Jim we miss you already.

James Thomas Hartford, was an incredible man, who lived an incredible life. As his first son I remember the early days, helping push start our jalopy car "lazy baby" when we were at Madagan Army Medical Hosp. in Tacoma. I remember being the co-pilot with a flashlight responsible for locating house numbers on house calls - we made many of those. Dad had many stories that fascinated everyone. His outlook on life was always positive and upbeat. He faced many difficult times in his life, but...

Having a parent like my father who overcame so many odds was very empowering. Just knowing that I had that blood in my veins inspired me to reach higher and gave me the fortitude to deal with life's adversities. You cannot buy that kind of inspiration. I will always think of dad when I hear the song "Mares eat oats and Does eat oats, and little lambs eat ivy". I did not understand the words when I was little, but I loved that he always sang it to me.
My dad always called me Mol. I...

Dr. Hartford was our family doctor all through my childhood. He made a house call one time when my brother had a fever of 106 and was to sick to take to the office. As I grew up and had children of my own he became their doctor..how could I go to anyone else, he was our doctor, so kind & caring he loved what he did. When our oldest daughter was 2 she spoke very well for her age and we had to gone to have her 2 year check up. Dr Hartford said "Megan" you seem very smart to me can you stand...

We will all miss Dr. Hartford. Sweet memories have flooded our minds. What a privilege and gift it is for our family to have been part of Dr. Hartford's life.

Dr. Hartford had not been in practice very long when he became the pediatric physician for our two boys in 1968 and 1969.

We knew he was always there for our sick boys and he often met us at the office-no matter the late hour or time of night. As the years went by and he became a neighbor, he often made house...