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Joan Lea Heineman
Henry
Apr 4, 1938 — Oct 18, 2026
Yuba City
Tuesday
St. Joseph Catholic Church
Starts at 11:00 am (Pacific time)
Her Mass of Christian Burial will be offered at 11AM Tuesday November 10, 2026 at St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Marysville CA with Father Michal Olszewski officiating. The Burial will be at Sacred Heart Catholic Cemetery In Dobbins, CA.
Joan Lea (Heineman) Henry (April 4, 1938 - October 18, 2026)
Joan was born in Elma Iowa to Victoria (Mishak) and Leo Heineman April 4, 1938. She was the
second youngest of eight children. She spent her girlhood in Elma with her sisters Tory and Marie and
brothers Ray (Raphael), Alfred, John and Father Joe who served in the military during WWII. Her
older brother Msgr. Don graduated from college and then seminary. Joan was the final survivor of her
siblings.
At one of many local dances, before Joan graduated from high school she met Merle Henry and less
than 2 years later, they married. From earnings she provided her own “dowry” which she and Merle
used to buy 5 cows, and they briefly lived on the Henry Farm.
In 1965, following Merle’s college graduation with a civil engineering degree, they packed their
belongings and 5 children: Peter, Lynne, Joyce, Stephen, and Tony into their green Rambler and
moved to the Golden State. After several moves, in 1972, Joan’s growing family settled in Yuba City,
with baby Bruce and Theresa came later.
Joan took her job as mother, homemaker and wife very seriously. The family sat together for dinner
each night where Joan shared her passion for healthy eating and good table manners. Though
everyone knew she strayed from time to time, especially after Merle found a hidden Sara Lee
Coconut cake and helped himself to what was left. It became known to all when she found the box.
She graced the kitchen table with many delectables: pumpkin and blackberry pies, peach cobbler and
jams. She made butter from Monte Heffer’s (cow we kept on the acre home) milk and then bread from
the butter and fried the dough for a favorite side.
Out of economy, industry and creativity she sewed. She made most of the curtains in her many
homes, and strove to make a beautiful home for her family. Through the years she sewed and altered
clothing as needed, which was often, being such a tiny person.
Through her example and direction she taught her children the same industry and encouraged them
to be curious and responsible. They grew into positive contributing professionals and citizens. Her
impact on the world will continue 7 fold.
The two anchors of her life were her Catholic faith and her husband, Merle. Together they practiced
Catholicism with devotion, seeking a deepening understanding and insights through the years. They
attended weekly mass, until Joan no longer could, and then accepted the host after mass, when
Merle brought it home for her. Through novinas and other traditional practices Joan sought peace
through prayer.
Merle and Joan’s love and appreciation for each other grew as well as the years “piled up.” They
explored this world together camping, traveling to Europe and all over California. Both agree it was a
rich life. This month would have been their 69th wedding anniversary.
Her Mass of Christian Burial will be offered at 11AM Tuesday November 10, 2026 at St. Joseph's Catholic Church in Marysville CA with Father Michal Olszewski officiating. The Burial will be at Sacred Heart Catholic Cemetery In Dobbins, CA.
After a long, hot day of working in the orchard, we Henry kids return home dirty, exhausted and
hungry. We were disappointed to discover that mom had made her budget-friendly tuna noodle
casserole. We instantaneously complained about the fishy-smelling limp noodles submerged in a
gelatinous swamp of mushroom soup accompanied by a handful of pale green peas hopelessly afloat
on the surface.
Displeased by our rejection of her tuna havoc hotdish, Mom repeatedly retorted that “Tuna is a
delicacy” and we should be grateful. Canned tuna is a delicacy? A delicacy!? Sorry mom, decades
later, we remain in unanimous disagreement.
When arriving home from school one day, Bruce, Theresa and Tony came upon mom standing in the
driveway proudly holding a shovel. Laying on the concrete, were not one but two sizable slain snakes
aligned parallel. Mom earnestly explained how she discovered the snakes and killed each of them,
believing they were rattlers. While she fretfully circled her lifeless prey like a gratified house cat and
expounded on her tale, Bruce quietly snuck away. He returned moments later and assuredly walked
directly to her. He rapidly whipped out a wiggling rubber snake that he was hiding behind his back.
Mom shrieked so loud that the garage doors clattered and we immediately burst into laughter. We
teased mom about her deafening shriek for years.
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