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In Memory of
Henry Adam
Mizin
Mizin
1928 - 2017
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Glenn A. Miller
Henry Mizin was known to me by many names. He was Pop. He was Hank. Henry. Skeeziks. But my favorite was was a name I gave him. He was The Monkey Man. Since a small boy while playing in his front yard, he would imitate a primate. He’d pick up the children running in his yard and slam us to the ground, gently, tickling our ribs. He’d scratch his sides and thump his chest. He’d emit grunts and walk like an ape. Memories burned into my heart and soul of a man who loved kids.
As we grew older, he was always concerned with how we were doing in life. Hank would often ask questions about school and jobs. He knew a lot of people. He’d always put in a good word for you if he knew your boss.
People I ran into knew of him. He was a beloved supervisor at Hercules, in Sayreville. Never a bad word about him was spoken.
He was a hard working man. So many times while sitting enjoying beers on the weekend, he’d lace up his workboots. We’d ask him to stay and have a beer with us. He’d tell us a story which he was great at doing. He’d finish lacing up his boots and then head into work. Hank had a great sense of humor. One day while target shooting in his backyard with pellet guns, we asked him what he was doing.
“I’m trying not to get shot in the KEESTER.” He said. We laughed.
I’d run into him at Shoprite. I’d run into him at the bank. He was always moving. Always busy. He taught me many things as I grew and became a man.
He always had time for us. It didn’t matter how old we were. Trips to the mechanic to talk to the guy fixing his VW bus. Trips to the Canary Bird Farm. Trips to Buxtons to treat us kids to ice cream. He always enjoyed our company. He was one of a kind. He was unique. He always had a cheek full of tobacco.
Henry was a good man. He was and forever will live in my heart. He was The Monkey Man.
Saturday November 4, 2017 at 12:30 pm
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