Helen H. Heinz


NORTH CANAAN — Helen H. (Van DeBogart) Heinz, 83, of West Main Street, died Dec. 16, 2007, at Noble Horizons. She was the widow of Bruno C. Heinz Jr.

Mrs. Heinz was born Dec. 24, 1923, in Millerton, the daughter of the late Hazel (Melius) and Charles Van DeBogart.

Mrs. Heinz was employed at Scotty’s Restaurant in Hartford, Conn., where she worked for more than 10 years, until she was nearly 70.

She excelled at both crocheting and needlepoint. She also loved to watch UCONN men’s and ladies’ basketball games. Mrs. Heinz was a longtime Red Sox fan, played bingo, and loved to watch golf on television. She especially enjoyed babysitting her grandchildren.

Mrs. Heinz is survived by her three children, Richard and his wife, Donna, of Farmington, William of North Canaan (with whom she lived), and Linda and her husband, Robert Winarski, of Middletown; two sisters: Jean Kluun of Stratford, Conn., and Joyce Van DeBogart of Millerton; her brother, Charles Van DeBogart of Verbank, N.Y.; her grandchildren, Richard, Jonathan, Kristal and Carol; and seven great-grandchildren.

Mrs. Heinz was predeceased by her sisters Mabel, Faith and Marilyn.

Funeral services were held Dec. 7 in the Canaan United Methodist Church. Burial will be in Grassy Hill Cemetery in Falls Village in spring.

Arrangements are under the care of the Newkirk-Palmer Funeral Home in North Canaan.

Memorial donations may be sent to the Canaan Volunteer Ambulance Corps, PO Box 179, North Canaan, CT 06018.

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