┌── Alfred Thomas Henshaw │ c1862-1943 ┌── Harry Forrest Henshaw ─────────────┤ │ 1879-1964 │ │ └── Mary Gertrude Little │ c1861-1881 Victor Herbert Henshaw ───┤ B: 1932 │ ┌── Joseph Stransky D: 2006 │ │ └── Dorothy Josephine "Dee" Stransky ──┤ 1895-1987 │ └── Mary Thomann M: Phyllis Anne Souder └── Laura Anne Henshaw (1959-) 1,2,3,4
|Victor Herbert Henshaw [ID 16562]||Click here to switch to Ahnentafel view:|
Born Feb 14 1932, Oakland, Alameda County, California.2,3,4
Vic was named after his father's friend, Victor Herbert, a classical composer of the late 19th / early 20th centuries.1
He married Phyllis Anne Souder, Dec 16 1956.2 Phyllis was born Apr 24 1931, San Francisco, San Francisco County, California.2
Vic was a mechanical engineer. He and his brother John worked together for 20+ years in their own design firm in San Francisco.2
Since 1963 Vic and Phyllis resided in Alamo, Contra Costa County, California2,5
Victor Herbert Henshaw died Jun 5 2006.2
Daughter Laura wrote the following memorial tribute to her father:6
Vic. 1932 - 2006. Tall. Handsome. Twinkling blue eyes. A ready smile. Always a kind word. Patient. Laughter and good times always nearby. Smart. Korean War veteran. A lover of nature and the great outdoors. Loving husband. Fabulous friend. The best father ever.
On Friday, June 2, Mom called to let me know that Dad had been sick all week with what appeared to be a cold or the flu. Late Saturday evening, June 3, she called again. Dad had been moved to the hospital, as his cough was truly horrible. He was put on a morphine drip to ease his cough and to make him comfortable, and the doctor gave him 72 hours. Just about the time I was getting off of the plane on Monday June 5, my dear, wonderful father got tired of struggling with the Parkinson's Disease that claimed him, and died peacefully between one breath and the next. Mom was at his side. My aunt and uncle (Dad's brother and his wife) picked me up at the airport and drove me to the hospital, where we all made our goodbyes.
Dave drove up to join us on Friday, June 9.
On Saturday, June 10 friends and family gathered for a memorial service for Dad in his next door neighbor's backyard. Their yard provided a glorious, park-like environment that Dad always loved, with huge old trees shading a blanket of green, green grass.
Dad's ashes will be spread from a spot on Mt. Diablo, where he loved to hike.
I miss Dad desperately. So does my sweet Mom.
Mom took the first picture some years ago before he got Parkinson's. It explains why it was usually Dad or I taking the pictures. She cut off the top of his head in the photo. In spite of that she caught him, his easy smile, his charming manner. This photo was used in a memorial card. The second photo has always been one of my favorites. It was taken in February, 1964, just six months or so after we moved into the house where I grew up, where Mom still lives. I had turned four just a couple months before this picture was taken. Wasn't Dad handsome?
I found this John Muir quote, and it was included on the memorial card.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
Photo: Victor Herbert Henshaw 6
Photo: Victor Herbert Henshaw with daughter Laura, February, 1964 6
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