{"id":20471,"date":"2020-01-31T15:34:40","date_gmt":"2020-01-31T20:34:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gsmit.org\/?p=20471"},"modified":"2020-05-05T13:19:40","modified_gmt":"2020-05-05T17:19:40","slug":"in-memoriam-herb-coleman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gsmit.org\/in-memoriam-herb-coleman\/","title":{"rendered":"In Memoriam: Herb Coleman"},"content":{"rendered":"
Written by Jeremy Lloyd, Manager of Field Programs & Collegiate Studies<\/em><\/p>\n This past September I lost my friend and hiking companion Herb Coleman. Before his passing at age 90, he attended more hiking weeks at Tremont than almost anybody alive.<\/p>\n Herb discovered us in the early 2000s through Road Scholar, an organization that offers learning adventures around the world including through partner organizations like Tremont. With nearly a thousand destinations to choose from across North America alone, we\u2019re lucky he found us. In a way, Tremont was the needle in the haystack he would keep visiting for nearly the rest of his life.<\/p>\n Born in 1929 in Jersey County, Illinois, Herb was the only child of \u201cdirt farmers,\u201d as he called them, who tilled fields with a horse and plow. His education began on the farm where he raised guineas, ducks, chickens, and cows. The school he attended had only seven pupils, and because of its isolated location, the teacher boarded with Herb\u2019s parents weeknights and on Fridays returned to town by car. A creek without a bridge blocked the way to town, so Herb and other boys would help her cross it on foot.<\/p>\n \u2018\u2019We didn\u2019t know enough not to be happy,\u201d Herb said about his childhood, echoing a sentiment shared by many of his generation.<\/p>\n