This is a story about my Grandpa, Leslie Eugene Heinz,
as remembered through the eyes of a child.
He is being held by his sister Inez, with Carol to the left
and Floyd to their right.
To the right is his Grandma Selina Salzman Heinz.
Lyle and Les loved to play around.
planting trees and sending most of the money home
as a communications guy, stringing up wires
Les and Donna had a little daughter Joanne before leaving for the War
down to Flint, Michigan with a couple brothers and friends
to start working for Bell Telephone.
Later they moved back up north and worked as a lineman
He moved his family to 202 East Lake Street in Harbor Springs
and added two daughters: Kathy & DebbieHe was on the city council, and though he didn’t run
for the office of Mayor, the town folk of Harbor Springs,
voted him in anyway. Here are a few photo’s from that time.
Standing on the dock with Alden Wager.Out of the Pointer, surveying his town from the water.The telephone company featured Les as a Mayor in their magazine. I think this photo was a little too loved by grandchildren along the way.
Grandpa loved his dogs!Here he is with his daughter Deb at the icecaves.I remember spending the night and waking up
to the smell of Grandma’s wonderful breakfasts
and Grandpa down at the kitchen table working and eating.
Looking just like this, with those pens in the pocket.
He became the Plant Engineer for Michigan Bell Telephone
and put his great math skills to work.
We walked to school past his window at work,
where he waved to us each day, and if he didn’t see us,
so he tried to enjoy life a little more,
he built a cabin in the UP and took more time
I remember him trying to keep his good tan so he didn’t look sick,
in the back yard on a similar lounge, only with boards
this place always made him happy.When his daughter Kathy got married, I managed a seat
Les on the left with his son Don.
His sisters Carol and Inez,
He took me fishing, out on his ATV, and on the boat,
to the woods and the Cabin,
to the beach, out on the golf courses, and always on a Saturday,
to the garage where he puttered around
to the smell of oil in the air.
He wasn’t a church going man, but he believed in God.
He would always say, he could find God easier out in nature.
He was uncomfortable in church but would attend at times
and listen to his wifes beautiful voice in the choir.
One day his kids were flying a kite and it got caught
too high for him to get it down.
He said, “I can’t get it down, but do you think God can?”
They thought he could, but the eldest daughter wasn’t sure
God was interested in such little things.
Les said a simple prayer like this:
“Lord, Donnie and Joanne have a kite caught in this tree,
and they feel bad about it. They believe you could get it down
for them. And I ask Lord, that you do that for them.”
Soon a brisk breeze started up and lifted the kite out from those
branches and it drifted down to them.
Les often read his Bible while his family attended church.
He showed his Christian upbringing in his deeds.
I am sure now, that he wasn’t perfect, but as a child
I thought, he walked on water.
He left us way too early, on the 30th of September, 1974.
I was in 8th grade music class when
I understood he had passed over.
It was the hardest day ever.
I miss you grandpa.