Henry lived a block over from my family on Montana. He was quiet but very nice. My dad called me when Henry died. Dad said he heard a loud boom, as he was outside too, as Henry was standing in his front yard. It was a lightening that struck our dear Henry and he died immediately.
I knew Henry in high school, but, got to know him better when we were at UNM. Nancy Gardner and I and probably some others that I can't remember, rode back and forth to Roswell from Albuquerque on some wekends and holidays with Henry, who had a car at school. The summer of '67 there were a group of us, including Henry, sitting on the grass at Cahoun Park one night. I'm not sure who else was there, but, we were all smoking marijuana except Henry. The cops came and Henry was the one they almost hauled off because he was drinking a beer. They had no idea about the marijuana. Even though he was under age, they didn't arrest him. I always wondered how he lucked out. In hindsight, I suspect they recognized his last name since his dad was a cop at NMMI. He was a really nice guy who I've thought about often over the years.
I, too, was with Henry at UNM in 66/67. I used to iron for him and he'd haul me home when he went to Roswell. What a dear person. He has been in my thoughts lots over the years.
I met Henry at UNM where he was friends with Paul Zelinski. Paul and I would pay for gas and Henry would drive us to Roswell for weekends. Hiway 285 was mostly open range back then, so we tried to leave school so we could get home before dark. In the winter, Paul and I had deer and cow lookout duty.
His car was a hand-me-down from his dad, so it had police cruser power and a searchlight. He liked to show up where a bunch of us, mostly underage, would be having a party. Henry would shine the searchlight in the front windows and students would be diving out windows and doors like crazy. Then he would stroll into the house, laughing like crazy. He was a good guy and I am glad that I got to know him, if even for such a short time.
When I heard (in 1967) that Henry had died as a result of a lightning strike, I was struck by the loss at such a young age of someone I had known since grade school at Missouri Avenue Elementary. I remember him as a person of great humor and fellowship and, although we weren't best friends, still recall on occasion his companionship in those early school years when we were friends and class mates.
I only became slightly acquainted with Henry during my senior year at Goddard, even though we lived maybe a half mile from each other. He seemed mature for his age, and worked at a 7/11. I went to NMSU and he UNM. I came home to Roswell from Las Cruces at the same time that he came home from UNM. Apparently he was bringing his stuff in from his car at his folks home at the same time that I was doing the same thing over at my folks place on Pontiac Dr. He happened to be the one who got struck my lightening. I wish I had known him better. Even though I didn't know him well, I went to his funeral service because it might have been mine.
I met Henry at UNM. I hung out with Davis who was in my Chem class our first semester. I remember going with DAvis , Henry and a few other Roswell students at Halloween and we all went to a party at a community center at an apartment complex. I remember that Henry took us in his car and afterward when we were on our way back to campus, was the first time I ever experienced vertigo. Of course it had nothing to do with the rum and coke we had been drinking.
The night Henry died, I was on the phone long distance talking to a friend of mine at the Air Force Academy. There was a loud crackle in the phone that made me jump. The next day I learned about Henry's passing. I remember Marry Husemuller and I went to the services at the funeral home and sat together. The service was beautiful but it was there that I decided not to have a funeral when I die.Every one was saying all these nice things about Henry but they skipped over the parts that made him the fantastic caring, loveable, and wonderful human being he was.
Henry was one of my best friends at UNM, although I did not know him in High School. Like Kris, I can remember those rides home to Roswell. His car was a 1957 Pontiac with a 389 engine. With Henry it was an hour and a half to Vaughn, and then an hour to Roswell. I asked Henry to a party in Albuquerque the night before he died, but he wanted to get home to get back to work. What a surprise when I got to his house the next day to drop off some of his belongings that I had in the pick up. Henry died the same day Robert Kennedy was assassinated. I was a pallbearer at his funeral.
Sally Katherine Treat (McKay)
As I remember, and my memory is not always good at remembering....
Henry was a freshman at UNM. We shared a class and we talked right before my last
final began. That would be June, 1968. He said that the had one more final to go.
He returned home the day after I did to his house near NMMI. His father was a police officer
at NMMI. We had a horrible rain and lightenng storm that night and when he was unloading
his car he was struck by lightening.
Margaret Elizabeth Nichols (Kuenzler)
Henry lived a block over from my family on Montana. He was quiet but very nice. My dad called me when Henry died. Dad said he heard a loud boom, as he was outside too, as Henry was standing in his front yard. It was a lightening that struck our dear Henry and he died immediately.
Mary Husemoller
I knew Henry in high school, but, got to know him better when we were at UNM. Nancy Gardner and I and probably some others that I can't remember, rode back and forth to Roswell from Albuquerque on some wekends and holidays with Henry, who had a car at school. The summer of '67 there were a group of us, including Henry, sitting on the grass at Cahoun Park one night. I'm not sure who else was there, but, we were all smoking marijuana except Henry. The cops came and Henry was the one they almost hauled off because he was drinking a beer. They had no idea about the marijuana. Even though he was under age, they didn't arrest him. I always wondered how he lucked out. In hindsight, I suspect they recognized his last name since his dad was a cop at NMMI. He was a really nice guy who I've thought about often over the years.
MaryLou Wilson
I, too, was with Henry at UNM in 66/67. I used to iron for him and he'd haul me home when he went to Roswell. What a dear person. He has been in my thoughts lots over the years.
Kristine Ann "Kris" Andersen (Shearer)
I met Henry at UNM where he was friends with Paul Zelinski. Paul and I would pay for gas and Henry would drive us to Roswell for weekends. Hiway 285 was mostly open range back then, so we tried to leave school so we could get home before dark. In the winter, Paul and I had deer and cow lookout duty.
His car was a hand-me-down from his dad, so it had police cruser power and a searchlight. He liked to show up where a bunch of us, mostly underage, would be having a party. Henry would shine the searchlight in the front windows and students would be diving out windows and doors like crazy. Then he would stroll into the house, laughing like crazy. He was a good guy and I am glad that I got to know him, if even for such a short time.
Gilbert "Butch" Colbert
When I heard (in 1967) that Henry had died as a result of a lightning strike, I was struck by the loss at such a young age of someone I had known since grade school at Missouri Avenue Elementary. I remember him as a person of great humor and fellowship and, although we weren't best friends, still recall on occasion his companionship in those early school years when we were friends and class mates.
Berry Cottrell Ives
I only became slightly acquainted with Henry during my senior year at Goddard, even though we lived maybe a half mile from each other. He seemed mature for his age, and worked at a 7/11. I went to NMSU and he UNM. I came home to Roswell from Las Cruces at the same time that he came home from UNM. Apparently he was bringing his stuff in from his car at his folks home at the same time that I was doing the same thing over at my folks place on Pontiac Dr. He happened to be the one who got struck my lightening. I wish I had known him better. Even though I didn't know him well, I went to his funeral service because it might have been mine.
Deborah Pike
I met Henry at UNM. I hung out with Davis who was in my Chem class our first semester. I remember going with DAvis , Henry and a few other Roswell students at Halloween and we all went to a party at a community center at an apartment complex. I remember that Henry took us in his car and afterward when we were on our way back to campus, was the first time I ever experienced vertigo. Of course it had nothing to do with the rum and coke we had been drinking.
The night Henry died, I was on the phone long distance talking to a friend of mine at the Air Force Academy. There was a loud crackle in the phone that made me jump. The next day I learned about Henry's passing. I remember Marry Husemuller and I went to the services at the funeral home and sat together. The service was beautiful but it was there that I decided not to have a funeral when I die.Every one was saying all these nice things about Henry but they skipped over the parts that made him the fantastic caring, loveable, and wonderful human being he was.
Paul Anthony Zielinski
Henry was one of my best friends at UNM, although I did not know him in High School. Like Kris, I can remember those rides home to Roswell. His car was a 1957 Pontiac with a 389 engine. With Henry it was an hour and a half to Vaughn, and then an hour to Roswell. I asked Henry to a party in Albuquerque the night before he died, but he wanted to get home to get back to work. What a surprise when I got to his house the next day to drop off some of his belongings that I had in the pick up. Henry died the same day Robert Kennedy was assassinated. I was a pallbearer at his funeral.
Margaret Elizabeth Nichols (Kuenzler)
Thanks for sharing ur beautiful memories of Henry!