Several different branches of the
Heiden family have lived at this location spread out over many decades. The 1890
Plat book shows Heinrich Heiden and his family living at this
address and owning the farm. As far as we can tell, all seven of
his children including,
August John Heiden,
Wm Leo Heiden,
Elsie (Heiden) Klatt, Dorothy
Dorothy (Heiden) Strzesinski,
Esther (Heiden) Kehrer,
Henry Wm Heiden and
Libbie (Heiden, Frank) Murdock were born in this house.
In 1922, at the age of 55,
Heinrich was working in the fields and keeled over dead from a
heart attack. After that, the property was sold and Emma and her
children Dorothy (Heiden) Strzesinski (23),
Esther (Heiden) Kehrer
(20),
August John Heiden (28) and Libby Murdock (14) moved to 617 Eighth
Street in Monroe where they were living at the time of the 1930 U.S. Census.
For a period of time, while
Heinrich owned this farm, his parents,
August and Rika (Knaack) Heiden
and two of their children, Lena (Heiden) Koster and John Heiden lived
there also.
In 1925, Emma Heiden hosted
the annual Heiden Family Reunion at this farm.
In 1952,
Wm Frank and Helen
(Henning) Heiden with their children,
Carol, Janice,
James Heiden, Dianne (Heiden) Houpt, Richard and Gene moved from his parents'
house at 8861 Dixon Road to this house about 1/2 mile east. In
1954, their daughter, Cheryl was born while they lived
at this farm. In 1960, Wm bought his father,
Wm Carl Heiden's
farm and moved back to 8861 Dixon.
At that time,
Arthur and Mildred (Roggerman) Heiden moved from their house at 8864 Dixon to this farm. Their
children, Ronald (18), Ralph (12), Kay (6) and Gail (2) lived here until Ronald moved out after his marriage in
1963. Arthur and Mildred, Kay and Gail moved back to 8864 Dixon
around 1970.
Over the decades, 28 members of the Heiden Family
lived in this house.
From the 1950s to at least
the 1970s, the house had brown asphalt stucco type siding and looked
much different from the house shown above. The picture taken
from the River Raisin toward the house lower on this page shows
the color.
When we lived here,
there was still a wood or coal fired furnace in the basement. My
dad would go down first thing in the morning and "stoke" the
fire with more wood or coal.
Behind and on the eastern
boundary of the property was a park on the river. There is a dam
across the river there and the place was once open for use by
groups. There was a small building where you could buy
refreshments but by the time we lived there in the 1960s it was
no longer functioning.
In
the spring when the river flooded the lowlands behind the house,
we sneak down to the dam at night to dip net for Northern pike.
It was a 4 by 4 foot square net on the end of a long pole which
you would set in the water, wait a few minutes and then pull up
to see if you caught something. Since the fish were in spawning
mode, they were always moving around and we usually caught a few
with each visit.
The
reason we went at night was because what we were doing was
illegal. We had to keep an eye out for the conservation officer
so we rarely used a flash light. One night, a car showed up at
the gate on the road which was perhaps 1/4 mile away. We quickly
folded everything up, grabbed the fish which were kept in a
burlap bag and headed for the house. Turns out it was the State
Police and they came to our house to see if anyone had notice
activity on the river. We were hiding in the barn scared stiff.
Fortunately, they just left and we never heard from them again.
But, we kept on fishing.