This picture is of my grandfather, Norbert Henry Heiman with a rainbow cascading in the background with the milk barn behind it. He and my grandmother on the Heiman side have been an intergral part of our close family. Not to mention, my twin sister and I being the only grandchildren on the Heiman side a wee bit spoiled, too.
We lost Grandpa Heiman this August in 2010. It was definitely unexpected (for me anyways). He had always had his health problems, but no doctor was going to tell him what he couldn’t do, haha.
The most memorable moments with Grandpa are invaluable and as vivid as the day they happened.
- Milking Cows: This could have been possibly my earliest time I can remember listening to country music over the radio and knew right then and there…. A little country music goes a looooong way. I would plop my tiny hiny on top of the grain bin piece of wood that kept the grain from spilling onto the tainted manure ground in our big red barn. I knew every part of the ‘milking cows’ operation that a 7 year old could do… I had my bucket of grain in hand ready to pour it in the stalls for the next group of captivating cows to fill one or more of their three bellies. My favorite part had to be hookin’ the ‘milk suckers’ up the udders. Sometimes I was amazed by a cow only having three instead of four udders… HOLY COW!! (I know, it was a bad joke…) And, of course, the sweetest, and the most delicious part of helping my grandpa milk cows was taking a big pitcher of milk back to the house to use for our cereal and to have a tall, glass of milk. My sister and I for many years felt special that our grandparents did not have to buy milk in the grocery store. We could go get it whenever we wanted just by taking a small jot down to the milk barn.
- Other many memorable memories include the none-other: John Deere Scoop Tractor…. Those memories, I shall save for another time…