What to say and where to begin when it comes to Mrs. Haiken. Growing up on the same block and street, I can't help but compare. Me, 10 people to the same house, and the Haiken's, 4. Julie and I became bff's on Willgoos Avenue. While at Burling School, we (Julie and I) were afforded a lunch hour in kindergarten and were able to walk home for lunch. Mrs. Haiken had a "say what is this" in my house.....juice boxes, single snack packs of potato chips or the like, paper plates and napkins that matched. How great it was as a kindergarten to see how other's lived. A can of tuna and lettuce was her go to lunch. Mrs. Haiken always was Class ONE. The "Wanamaker" house with a.....ready....finished basement (unheard of in my house) and a lush green lawn versus our maybe one blade of grass was certainly memorable. I must share Mr. Haiken's driving....a gas go and stop to make you nauseas, but we got there. Doris and Al won't need to drive in Heaven. Whew!!!! I tried to duplicate our lunch dates around Mrs. Haiken. NOT even close. When Mrs. Haiken moved to Florida to be closer to her kids, all of a sudden she was "Dorrie" to most. But to me, she'll always be Mrs. Haiken. I am blessed to have known you, Mrs. Haiken, but mostly because you birthed and shared your Julie with me. Love, love, love. My arms are around the Haiken/Golden families. The Carroll/Gornowski family loves you tons.