Born December 22, 1937
Death November 14, 2017
Eugene "Gene" Wesley Hart, beloved father, grandfather, and friend
passed away the evening of Tuesday, November 14, 2017 at the age of 79. He
was born in Visalia, CA, the youngest child of Weston Conlee Hart and
Helen Vivian Hart.
He was preceded in death by his parents and his sister, Mary Lou Bates. He is survived by his two brothers David and Dale, his wife Marcilyn, their six children, Janice Duncan, Laura Dupree, Wesley Hart, Ruth Justice, Charles Hart, Vivian Kahlenberg, and many devoted nieces, nephews and grandchildren.
Gene attended Terra Bella Elementary, when in the second grade he met Marcilyn Hart, the girl he would one day marry. However, he didn't know she was "the one for him" until a few years after graduating from Porterville Unified High School.
His teen years were spent exploring the surrounding mountains and foothills with his close friends to the tedium of classroom studies and farm labor. Immediately after graduating, he began to travel the world - making it as far as Alaska and working in a logging camp setting chokers near Ketchikan before returning to his family's home in Terra Bella to settle down.
December 27, 1957, Gene and Marcilyn Mae Biggerstaff were wed. Together they raised their six children. Gene worked hard at a number of jobs to support his family. Twelve years operating Harts's Hatchery on his parent's farm, and 50 years as a heavy equipment operator for various companies in Tulare County. Gene spent most of his life in the San Joaquin Valley, residing in Bakersfield and Terra Bella.
He was an outdoorsman and farmer at heart, but his faith and his family were most important to him. When he was not working in construction - he spent much of his free time helping family and friends, by growing fruits and vegetables and fixing things. He dedicated a lot of time to calling up people he knew were sick or lonely - encouraging them to feel better.
The final year of his own life was a hard one - battling cancer with friends and family constantly by his side. Early in his illness he often said, "I feel like the wreck of Hesperus," but later he would say, "I love you" and "thank you." At the end, his biggest regret was not being able to walk out to the barn one last time.
(Information for this writing is from Emily Dupree - a granddaughter)
Memories of Uncle
Gene and Aunt Marcie have been part of me for as long as I can remember.
They were always more like an extended part of our family. Uncle Gene
was a quiet man. I rarely saw him angry, but even then he kept his anger
quiet and controlled. Perhaps "anger" would be the wrong choice of
words. . . perhaps a firm strictness which "good" fathers use in
discipline. This discipline is given out of love because of wanting to
bring good and respectable children into the world - preparing them to
be responsible and trustworthy adults when they are on their own.