FORESTVILLE: Clarence Hartenstein, 68, of Center Road, Forestville, died Tuesday, January 12th, 2016, at UPMC Hamot, Erie, PA, following a lengthy illness. He was born in Buffalo on May 4, 1947, the son of the late Charles and Helen (Strong) Hartenstein.
Mr. Hartenstein was a Truck Driver for Werner Enterprise, Omaha, NE and also previously worked as a School Bus Driver in Oklahoma. He was a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, Brocton and enjoyed fishing, hunting and playing accordion.
Survivors include his wife Maria G. (Padilla) Hartenstein of Forestville, whom he married 50 years ago in San Diego, CA, a son, Pedro (Christina & Serena) Hartenstein, of Colden, a daughter, Helen (Arturo) Flores, of La Mesa, CA and a sister, Bernice Radnor, of Las Vegas, NV. Also surviving are 10 grandchildren and several nieces & nephews.
There will be no visitation or services observed. Arrangements are by Riles & Woolley Funeral Home Forestville. To post condolences go to www.rilesandwoolleyfuneralhome.com.
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Carmen Padilla Torres
Clarence was my brother-in law a very hard working man married my sister Maria 50yrs. Ago in San Diego Ca. He was the love of her life ,Her best friend ,the father of her. two children. They were inseparable always together. I remember when he was younger he would teach my brothers karate and play the accordion for us he actually won on award at School for playing the accordion. And recorded a song that he sounded like “Elvis Presley” He.Was always a very happy go lucky guy always laughing and making you laugh . But you didn’t want to make mad he did have a temper , like I did when we were young I didn’t want him going around with my sister so I got him so mad that he punched a hole in the wall of our house, later he apologizes but I learn not to get him so mad. He married my sister and was always a great husband to her and a great person to all the family am very proud to have had him in my life. R.I.P. Clarence you will always be in our hearts.
Dominic
I loved my grandpa so much even though I know he could never remember my name whenever I came to visit him. I know he was a goofy guy because he would dance by moving his shoulders on his death bed after his stroke. I miss him so much even still to this day and definitely fucked me up in highschool when he passed away. I could feel his passing deeply. Anyways my grandma would tell me stories (forgive me if I don’t remember them exactly) about how he lied to her about his real age when he met her. She told me about him driving some nice car to take her on dates. I liked the story where she tried fighting a girl in the grocery store because my grandpa was walking around with her or the time there was a hooker near his truck. I know my grandpa was so proud of the life he built and was able to reflect on everything he did. I know the house they had in New York was a true treasure trove and he deserved everything he had worked for, he loved all his little vehicle things and toys. You don’t know my grandpa if you don’t know how much he loved candy either. Haha. I know he sits with me while I do my little Ubers, he knows I love driving too. <3