My 2006 Adventure: Becoming
Grandma Hartt
This year, there will be no camping out or hiking at my beloved Pearl Lake.  Something even
more joyous is happening.  I am on a journey to become Grandma Hartt!  My first grandchild is
due in August - so I will be spending my free time at my daughter's place helping to prepare for
the birth of the lastest addition to the Hartt family! Soon, I will have something wonderful in
common with Grandma Pearl of Pearl Lake - I will be a Grandma Hartt, just like she was to me!  I
can hardly wait to take my granddaughter on my summer adventures with me!   
Thank you, Steph
and Aaron, for this
wonderful gift to our
family
No Place Like Home - by Cathy Hartt (AKA Grandma Hartt)
Reprinted from Spring 2006 Empower! Newsletter and dedicated to my granddaughter

Rain storms can take us back to pleasant memories of our childhood. Something about the smell and the pitter-patter might
make us remember sitting on a porch swing with our grandmother.  Or maybe it is the smell of certain food that takes us back
to the pleasant memories of Christmas past.  The psychologists have a word for this process of having our senses trigger
past, pleasant memories - it is Sotoria

The pleasant memories of my own childhood frequently take me back to my life in Western Colorado.  For those who have
never been here, it is hard to describe the beauty of the western landscapes. I remember there is a certain wild flower near
where my grandmother’s summer home was in the Northwestern corner of the state.  I know instantly when I am near where
grandma lived, because that smell will always remind me of the many summers I spent with my family there when I was
growing-up.

Eight years ago, I left my home on the Western Slope.  I remember looking out my kitchen window the day I took the job in Texas
and saying that I knew someday the winds of change would bring me home as rapidly as they seemed to be carrying me away.  
And now, those winds have indeed brought me home - and I can look out that same kitchen window as I write this column.  

The past eight years have been a time of growth for me.  I have shifted my career-focus into the healthcare education arena
(from nurse-midwifery). I have grown in my “people skills” and improved my resilience by becoming a life, health and business
coach - and deeply enjoy helping others grow in these areas, as well.No Place Like Home - by Cathy Hartt (AKA Grandma Hartt)
Reprinted from Spring 2006 Empower! Newsletter and dedicated to my granddaughter

Rain storms can take us back to pleasant memories of our childhood. Something about the smell and the pitter-patter might
make us remember sitting on a porch swing with our grandmother.  Or maybe it is the smell of certain food that takes us back
to the pleasant memories of Christmas past.  The psychologists have a word for this process of having our senses trigger
past, pleasant memories - it is Sotoria

The pleasant memories of my own childhood frequently take me back to my life in Western Colorado.  For those who have
never been here, it is hard to describe the beauty of the western landscapes. I remember there is a certain wild flower near
where my grandmother’s summer home was in the Northwestern corner of the state.  I know instantly when I am near where
grandma lived, because that smell will always remind me of the many summers I spent with my family there when I was
growing-up.

Eight years ago, I left my home on the Western Slope.  I remember looking out my kitchen window the day I took the job in Texas
and saying that I knew someday the winds of change would bring me home as rapidly as they seemed to be carrying me away.  
And now, those winds have indeed brought me home - and I can look out that same kitchen window as I write this column.  

The past eight years have been a time of growth for me.  I have shifted my career-focus into the healthcare education arena
(from nurse-midwifery). I have grown in my “people skills” and improved my resilience by becoming a life, health and business
coach - and deeply enjoy helping others grow in these areas, as well.

Montrose has grown a great deal, too.  Sometimes, I can get lost here now - and then I turn the corner and see something
familiar. My favorite thing is to use my senses to savor the good memories from my previous life in Montrose.  I remember the
faces of my friends and former clients.  I remember my house and its calming yet creative atmosphere.

I also remember my parents and great grandparents, who came to Western Colorado over 100 years ago.  I am filled with
gratitude.  I know now that there is no place like home. This time, like some homing pigeon, I am here to stay.  It is also with
great joy that look forward to being the “grandma” who has a place in Colorado where my grandkids can come to visit and smell
my flowers.
Hartt Family Headquarters at Pearl Lake
Hartt House Montrose, CO