The wedding attendants were Dorothy (Heiden) Strzesinski (Henie’s sister) and Ronald Spohr (Dorothy’s brother). Dorothy wore a long ivory satin gown, fitted tight until down around the knees where it flared out. It had a cute little bolero type jacket with big puffy sleeves. (I used to play dress up with it).

I think they had a reception at my Grandma’s house on N. County Line, where they lived until they died. My dad worked at the Monroe Paper Products, drove a big milk truck and picked up cans of milk from the local farmers and delivered the milk to the dairy (Michigan Milk Producers Assn (MMPA) in Adrian. Occasionally on "butter day" I would go with dad and help him deliver the pound packages of butter that his customers ordered from the dairy (Shirley and Nelda used to do this with Uncle Bill too).

Dad also, like Uncle Bill, drove a truck, delivering grain to the elevator

 for the local farmers, and finally his last job was working at the Dundee Feed Mill, where he worked until he died. Dad said he went through the 6th grade at Bridge School, but he could figure out how much grain was on his truck or how many bushels of corn the field would yield, faster than a computer could.

One of his favorite sayings was "I’ll hit you, I’ll hit you yet", but I never knew the origin until at Aunt Libbie’s 80th birthday, she told me the story of how she let his pigeons out of their cage and dad was so mad, he threatened her, "Libbie, Ill hit you, I’ll hit you yet."

One of Ted’s memories of Uncle Heinie is when he would go to the feed mill in Dundee (where Henry worked) and Henry showed Ted how to fill the bags with feed as it went through the grinder and came down the big funnel, put it through the gadget that sewed the bags shut, then told him to lift the bag and put it on the truck.

I don’t know who planned it, but someone planned a surprise birthday party for my mother (her birthday was in February). Uncle Bill, Aunt Alice and family were the first ones to arrive and the kids took off for the house. Uncle Bill was afraid they would "spill the beans" and tell Aunt Dorothy "Happy Birthday", so he was running to catch up with them and as he was stepping up to the porch (it was icy) his foot slipped out from under him and he fell on his face. All he ended up with was a bloody nose and probably a bruised ego. But that didn’t stop the party, Uncle Bill laid down on the couch, with a cold cloth over his nose. Everyone else arrived and mom had a great surprise birthday.

When I was a teenager, I raised livestock on the home farm. My dad and I would go to the feed mill regularly. In the back was a small office where the manager, Serge Regle always had coffee and donuts for the customers. I was in agriculture class in high school so I could figure out the proper mixture of ingredients to get a certain percentage of protein in the feed. Heinie and the guys were always "impressed" when I gave the formula for what I wanted in the feed for my pigs. They probably had a good laugh after I left but they were always nice to me.

My dad, Arthur Heiden was close friends with his cousin Heinie and my parents would regularly go the Heinie and Dorothy's house on a Friday or Saturday night to play cards. When I was little, I would go along and go into the living room to watch TV but I could still hear the laughter and good times going on at the kitchen table. Their house was on the county line road between Lenawee and Monroe Counties and was about the farthest we ever went away from our house. I can remember laying on the back seat of the car (no seatbelt) and listening to the sounds of the road as we drove home late at night.