Here's looking at you, Myron
By Jane Otto
For more than five years, Myron Heuer taught us local history, doused us with trivia, made us laugh, sigh, think and take notice, all through his columns.
Myron died last Monday.
What better way is there to remember him here than through the columns he wrote?
Through his words, he welcomed us into his thoughts, his past, and even, to visit him at his home in Wisconsin.
We met his family. We came to know his pet peeves, his love for music, history, and his country.
Local history was a favorite subject of his. He wasn't afraid to tackle the local historians when he wrote about the changes in Howard Lake; changes he tried to document since his high school graduation in 1945.
Main Street in Howard Lake was one of the first columns he wrote and it generated a flurry of responses. He welcomed the input, though, and made apologies for his mistakes:
Myron also wrote about the Dustin Massacre, Sylvan Cemetery, and the Wright County desperados. We reminisced with him about harvesting ice on Howard Lake in the '30s; Herbert Luhman, the milkman; and Cafferty's ghost.
We met his old cronies, Alvin Hengel and Jerome Rasmussen, and their old haunts, Elmer's Shoe Shop and Willard Workman's Pool Hall.
He recalled, probably one of his most memorable evenings, when he and his wife, Betty, had dinner at the White House, April 17, 1978:
Myron broached just about any subject, from nicknames to ice cream cones, from carbon paper:
to lawn mowers:
Of course, when you have your own column, you can voice your opinion, and Myron did that, too.
On car trouble:
On holiday loneliness:
Myron had his own personal crisis when he suffered a stroke in June 1995. He shared that moment and his recovery with us. He informed us of the warning signs of a stroke and taught us about aphasia - speech and language disorders after a stroke or head injury.
He showed us the hardships of a stroke and its long recovery, but he wouldn't let you feel pity. That's when his saving humor really surfaced.
While undergoing therapy, he told us:
Two years after his stroke, Myron voluntarily suspended his driver's license, deciding that he would be a menace behind the wheel. He strongly believed seniors should take a road test and a vision test every five years after they reached 60.
In those five years, Myron wrote about so much and I give it little justice here.
When it came to his articles, Myron was always more than on-time. He would give us a month's worth of articles almost a month in advance. With his March columns, there was a note from Betty saying that she wasn't sure if there would be more.
So, for a few more weeks, we can see the world through Myron's eyes. But after that . . . Myron, you will be missed.
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