There is a big hole in my email box with Carl Heineck gone. He was a great class mate but after graduation, I had not seen, heard or thought of Carl again until 2004 when he was handling the ads for the 45th reunion hand book. I wanted to place an ad and called him from Texas at 9:30 pm one evening. He was not happy! I had forgotten the time difference in Florida and woke him up! But that contact eventually turned into a wonderful email friendship. After I moved to New Hampshire and Carl learned about my non-profit business, Operation Yellow Bead, where all profits from the jewelry made and sold were donated to programs that helped our wounded warrior programs, Carl offered to create the very beautifully and professionally designed brochures, logos, letterhead, business cards and signage that helped make OYB a stand out success. I learned then that he had done pro bono work for the Paralyzed Veterans for ten years. <br> Carl LOVED to give of his considerable abilities and talents. He excelled in so many things yet, so often, he admired and encouraged the work of others and wished he could do as well. He did MORE than well enough in my book! His humor, his generosity, and his friendliness were treasures that will be happily remembered and greatly missed. I am very thankful for these last sixteen years of being friends again!
We have lost one of the truly good guys. Carl and Louise were the best hosts when my wife Linda and I visited with them several years ago, Carl loved to talk about the good old days at MHS and made you feel like a member of the family with his warm personality and great sense of humor. He will be remembered with great affection and missed by all who had the privilege to know him.
Early morning July 27, 2020 the world became just a little bit less fun.
Husband, father, grandfather, uncle, Carl Louis Heineck passed away in his home at the Hobe Sound Golf Community, with his loving wife, Louise, by his side.
It was just like Carl to wave goodbye to all of us during a pandemic, not from the illness gripping the world, but from the pulmonary disease which robbed him of his breath over the last few years.
Carl was born in Buffalo, New York, on February 4, 1942. Never one to wait, at the age of just 17, he joined the Air Force where he worked on the flight lines at Goose Bay, Labrador. Carl was always quick to pinpoint his loss of hearing in later years to the jet engines on the line. (Added to the lack of proper headset equipment while shooting a 57 magnum at the range in his later years).
Carl worked for everything he had and he embraced every new challenge. After receiving an honorable discharge from the Air Force, Carl held various positions in photography. He was hired as a graphic designer by a local New Jersey firm, where he learned all the basics of the trade. Thereafter, Carl’s firm “Heineck and Rosen” was born, a small, but profitable company specializing in pharmaceutical advertising. Carl eventually sold his interest in the company and worked out of his home, creating “Carl Heineck Designs.” His success only grew and so did his love of all things creative. He was always the first in line to test out new technology, including Apple’s first Mac, and the biggest and most incredible cameras. With every step, he was always looking for better ways to create beautiful art.
In 2000, Carl and Louise both took early retirement and moved to their house in Hobe Sound, Florida full time, where they enjoyed golf, new friends, art shows and festivals, antiquing, fine dining, and travel. They became a part of the community they loved, Carl even designing one of the golf course logos.
In 2012, Carl was beginning to feel under the weather and was finally diagnosed with lung cancer. Not one to pause for a moment, plans were immediately made to be treated at MD Anderson, where he was administered chemotherapy. But it was the COPD and emphysema that would begin to make it difficult for him to live his life as he always had, which included diving into his passions with a good Scotch. Still Carl did all that he could, until he could simply do no more.
What defined Carl most was his desire to share with everyone all that brought him joy. The moment you walked into the house - you could be there to install a dishwasher - Carl called you into his office to show you his newest gadget. Exploring everything that peaked his interest meant always trying the newest, biggest, baddest, version on the market. Cameras, computers, printers, software guitars, guns, cars ... he tinkered with them all and couldn’t wait for you to check them out with him. All that interest, that desire to share, created a generous person who - when it was time to move onto the next new gadget - would bestow upon his family and friends whatever he was replacing, even if it had barely left the packaging.
Carl loved music. He would pick up a new recording and you were immediately led out to the car for a personal concert. Acoustic guitar solos led the way as he encouraged you, “You just have to hear this!”
Pictures, pictures, pictures. With the latest camera and newest lens, Carl would produce breathtaking photos. Grabbing his camera, just “going out to take some shots,” he would return and load the digital images on his computer and work on each picture until the color was just right. When he was done, the beauty in each photo was stunning and the clarity and color, perfection. Along with painting and building museum-quality model ships, photography was an art that remained Carl’s ultimate passion which he loved to share. In lieu of a bottle of wine, Carl would present one of his prints to the host stating they could use it to “wrap fish.”
Following in his dad’s footsteps, Carl’s son, Peter, is also a successful graphic art designer, self-employed and working from his home in Daniel Island, South Carolina. Carl bragged about Peter, his wife Dyan, and his three grandchildren, to all who would listen. He marveled how beautiful his granddaughter Leah was and how fast the boys, Nate and Ryan, were growing. He held them and all his family and friends so very close in his heart.
Thank you to everyone for their wishes and concern, their kind gifts, and all the heartfelt sympathies. Our family has appreciated everything and we are grateful to have such giving people in our lives. Services to celebrate Carl’s life will be postponed until effects of the pandemic have been mitigated and we can all gather again, together at the Hobe Sound Golf Club. Toasting Carl with an excellent Scotch and taking pictures together, just as he would have done.
Until then, create something beautiful and share it with those you love - and with the guy who comes to install the dishwasher.
Before commentling further, I would be remiss if I did not mention that Carl was also crazy about his wife, Louise, and never failed to remind us of lesser stamina about the 26K's she was running all over the country until not too long ago. His photos of them as a couple were always full of personiality, a hoot, really. There's lots at my desk here to remind me of his generosity. The outstanding logo he provided for my business cards and corrspondence. The 'NAVAL WAR OF 1812 ILLUSTRATED' brochure he designed with information sent at a time I was working on PR for The American Society of Marine Artiists 7 part video series of that title. One of his best B&W photos, (he thought so, too), is framed and set just down the hall. Years before Carl contacted me via email after the 40th reunion, he had painted a house on Lorraine Avenue. He included the photo of that first foray into oil painting. "Was it our house?" It was. It was also our first contact since graduation night. A file, in my desk drawer, 'Carl Heineck Photo Gear Tips', reveals 21 ensuing years of mentoring and discussion. A few years ago I asked, if he still had the house painting could I have it? It arrived artistically, creatively boxed. Now framed, I see it daily at Priscilla's apartment. Of all his created things, I like his models best. In 60 years I have made many friends. The newer are silver, but Carl, among the older, is gold. Thanks to Louise and Peter for a memory the truly reflects husband, dad, and our friend.
Priscilla Winton (Sands)
There is a big hole in my email box with Carl Heineck gone. He was a great class mate but after graduation, I had not seen, heard or thought of Carl again until 2004 when he was handling the ads for the 45th reunion hand book. I wanted to place an ad and called him from Texas at 9:30 pm one evening. He was not happy! I had forgotten the time difference in Florida and woke him up! But that contact eventually turned into a wonderful email friendship. After I moved to New Hampshire and Carl learned about my non-profit business, Operation Yellow Bead, where all profits from the jewelry made and sold were donated to programs that helped our wounded warrior programs, Carl offered to create the very beautifully and professionally designed brochures, logos, letterhead, business cards and signage that helped make OYB a stand out success. I learned then that he had done pro bono work for the Paralyzed Veterans for ten years. <br>
Carl LOVED to give of his considerable abilities and talents. He excelled in so many things yet, so often, he admired and encouraged the work of others and wished he could do as well. He did MORE than well enough in my book! His humor, his generosity, and his friendliness were treasures that will be happily remembered and greatly missed. I am very thankful for these last sixteen years of being friends again!
Peter Pace
We have lost one of the truly good guys. Carl and Louise were the best hosts when my wife Linda and I visited with them several years ago, Carl loved to talk about the good old days at MHS and made you feel like a member of the family with his warm personality and great sense of humor. He will be remembered with great affection and missed by all who had the privilege to know him.
Peter Pace
Don Gerardi
I received the following from Louise Heineck.
To the family and friends of Carl Heineck,
Early morning July 27, 2020 the world became just a little bit less fun.
Husband, father, grandfather, uncle, Carl Louis Heineck passed away in his home at the Hobe Sound Golf Community, with his loving wife, Louise, by his side.
It was just like Carl to wave goodbye to all of us during a pandemic, not from the illness gripping the world, but from the pulmonary disease which robbed him of his breath over the last few years.
Carl was born in Buffalo, New York, on February 4, 1942. Never one to wait, at the age of just 17, he joined the Air Force where he worked on the flight lines at Goose Bay, Labrador. Carl was always quick to pinpoint his loss of hearing in later years to the jet engines on the line. (Added to the lack of proper headset equipment while shooting a 57 magnum at the range in his later years).
Carl worked for everything he had and he embraced every new challenge. After receiving an honorable discharge from the Air Force, Carl held various positions in photography. He was hired as a graphic designer by a local New Jersey firm, where he learned all the basics of the trade. Thereafter, Carl’s firm “Heineck and Rosen” was born, a small, but profitable company specializing in pharmaceutical advertising. Carl eventually sold his interest in the company and worked out of his home, creating “Carl Heineck Designs.” His success only grew and so did his love of all things creative. He was always the first in line to test out new technology, including Apple’s first Mac, and the biggest and most incredible cameras. With every step, he was always looking for better ways to create beautiful art.
In 2000, Carl and Louise both took early retirement and moved to their house in Hobe Sound, Florida full time, where they enjoyed golf, new friends, art shows and festivals, antiquing, fine dining, and travel. They became a part of the community they loved, Carl even designing one of the golf course logos.
In 2012, Carl was beginning to feel under the weather and was finally diagnosed with lung cancer. Not one to pause for a moment, plans were immediately made to be treated at MD Anderson, where he was administered chemotherapy. But it was the COPD and emphysema that would begin to make it difficult for him to live his life as he always had, which included diving into his passions with a good Scotch. Still Carl did all that he could, until he could simply do no more.
What defined Carl most was his desire to share with everyone all that brought him joy. The moment you walked into the house - you could be there to install a dishwasher - Carl called you into his office to show you his newest gadget. Exploring everything that peaked his interest meant always trying the newest, biggest, baddest, version on the market. Cameras, computers, printers, software guitars, guns, cars ... he tinkered with them all and couldn’t wait for you to check them out with him. All that interest, that desire to share, created a generous person who - when it was time to move onto the next new gadget - would bestow upon his family and friends whatever he was replacing, even if it had barely left the packaging.
Carl loved music. He would pick up a new recording and you were immediately led out to the car for a personal concert. Acoustic guitar solos led the way as he encouraged you, “You just have to hear this!”
Pictures, pictures, pictures. With the latest camera and newest lens, Carl would produce breathtaking photos. Grabbing his camera, just “going out to take some shots,” he would return and load the digital images on his computer and work on each picture until the color was just right. When he was done, the beauty in each photo was stunning and the clarity and color, perfection. Along with painting and building museum-quality model ships, photography was an art that remained Carl’s ultimate passion which he loved to share. In lieu of a bottle of wine, Carl would present one of his prints to the host stating they could use it to “wrap fish.”
Following in his dad’s footsteps, Carl’s son, Peter, is also a successful graphic art designer, self-employed and working from his home in Daniel Island, South Carolina. Carl bragged about Peter, his wife Dyan, and his three grandchildren, to all who would listen. He marveled how beautiful his granddaughter Leah was and how fast the boys, Nate and Ryan, were growing. He held them and all his family and friends so very close in his heart.
Thank you to everyone for their wishes and concern, their kind gifts, and all the heartfelt sympathies. Our family has appreciated everything and we are grateful to have such giving people in our lives. Services to celebrate Carl’s life will be postponed until effects of the pandemic have been mitigated and we can all gather again, together at the Hobe Sound Golf Club. Toasting Carl with an excellent Scotch and taking pictures together, just as he would have done.
Until then, create something beautiful and share it with those you love - and with the guy who comes to install the dishwasher.
Sincerely,
The Heineck Family
Diana Winton (Hayes)
Before commentling further, I would be remiss if I did not mention that Carl was also crazy about his wife, Louise, and never failed to remind us of lesser stamina about the 26K's she was running all over the country until not too long ago. His photos of them as a couple were always full of personiality, a hoot, really. There's lots at my desk here to remind me of his generosity. The outstanding logo he provided for my business cards and corrspondence. The 'NAVAL WAR OF 1812 ILLUSTRATED' brochure he designed with information sent at a time I was working on PR for The American Society of Marine Artiists 7 part video series of that title. One of his best B&W photos, (he thought so, too), is framed and set just down the hall. Years before Carl contacted me via email after the 40th reunion, he had painted a house on Lorraine Avenue. He included the photo of that first foray into oil painting. "Was it our house?" It was. It was also our first contact since graduation night. A file, in my desk drawer, 'Carl Heineck Photo Gear Tips', reveals 21 ensuing years of mentoring and discussion. A few years ago I asked, if he still had the house painting could I have it? It arrived artistically, creatively boxed. Now framed, I see it daily at Priscilla's apartment. Of all his created things, I like his models best. In 60 years I have made many friends. The newer are silver, but Carl, among the older, is gold. Thanks to Louise and Peter for a memory the truly reflects husband, dad, and our friend.
Fred Day
Carl was a great guy and communicator. He will be missed.Bill Mutch