we are thrilled to be sponsoring the first ever tom hartman memorial golf tournament on monday, september 28, 2009 at limekiln golf club, benefiting the “Thomas R Hartman Trust.” the cost is $90/golfer and includes: 18 holes of golf, cart, buffet dinner, beverages, give-a-ways and a great day of fun! if you or anyone you know may be interested please visit the website to register! the deadline for registration is saturday, august 15, 2009.
Tom Hartman of Warminster was taken away from us suddenly on Sunday, Jan. 27, 2008, at the young age of 46.
Tom was the beloved husband of Colleen A. Keough Hartman, with whom he had shared 25 years of marriage. Tom was the loving father of Kirstin, Ryan and Matthew, all at home.
Tom was an active member of the Nativity of Our Lord Catholic Church and a resident of Warminster for 22 years. His faith guided Tom with his beliefs in Family, Community, and Work Ethics. Tom’s community activities included coaching and board member in the Warminster Little League, Travel Teams and the Warminster Soccer Club.
Tom was a member of Steamfitters Local Union 420 and a longtime employee and General Manager of E. B. O’Reilly Service Corporation. Along with being a member of the Mechanical Service Contractors of America, Tom sat on the Joint Conference Board and the Board of Trustees for Apprentice Training of Service Refrigeration and Air Conditioning in the Delaware Valley Area and Steam Fitters Local Unit 420. In 2007 he was appointed President of the Service Contractors Association of the Greater Delaware Valley.
Those of you who knew Tom remember him as being the life of the party. He had a punch line for everything in life. He loved calling his brother in-law, Dave, fat in front of his daughters. The more they would defend Dave the more Tom would poke fun at him. Tom also thought he was an athlete, many a family party he would go home injured while playing basketball with his nephews. He actually broke a rib at one of his brothers’ parties.
Tom was a golfer, well maybe a hack, just like the rest of the Hartman’s. He was often found making his second shot from another fairway. When you golfed with Tom, you where guaranteed to go home with a sore stomach from laughing so much. There’s a story of Tom arriving to a golf course, not close to home, with two left shoes and had to cram his sweaty paws into someone else’s sneakers.