Henry J. Janzen

	Henry J. Janzen was my father.  He had, during his adult life,
a deep burden for youth.  Maybe the fact that he endured 6 teenage 
children had some effect.  I'm sure this keen interest in youth 
prompted "Uncle Heinz," as many young people called him, to put this 
story on paper. 

	I was too young to know much of this aspect of his life.  He 
died when I was 14.  But after his death, during a rummage in our 
attic, I found a number of copies of this little booklet he produced.  
I don't know how many he produced, or how many he gave away.  I know 
there were several dozen left in that attic box, the pages already 
beginning to yellow with age.

	Even these remaining booklets seemed to disappear over the 
ensuing years, but I finally did lay hold of a copy.  I still have it 
and treasure it as a tangible memento of my father.

	I always wanted to carry out this little project - to 
reproduce the booklet to continue the legacy.  And as I read it again 
during this process, I was struck by how little progress has been made 
in changing intolerant attitudes to "different" people.  His words 
might as well have come out of modern day Somalia, or Bosnia, or Iran, 
or maybe even North America, just as they came out of revolutionary 
Russia of 1918.

	I'm not sure what my dad would have thought of computers.  I 
know he thought that man would never land on the moon.  I suspect he 
might have dismissed home computers as mildly curious toys with little 
practical value.  But he lived in the days of ENIAC and UNIVAC.  I'm 
sure he chuckled, as I did in the mid 1950s, at predictions of a 
computer in every household.

	But computer technology has now allowed me to do this project.  
A text scanner with Optical Character Recognition (OCR) gave me a rough 
cut at the booklet while avoiding severe carpal tunnel syndrome from  
typing the whole thing over.  And an editor allowed me to trim it up 
and tuck it away safely on a diskette, ready for instant recall and 

	In reproducing this booklet, I have changed purely mundane 
items like line lengths and page breaks, but have kept the actual text 
just as my dad wrote it, complete with his "poor English," and with all 
the punctuation and delineation that he used.

	Perhaps this aspect of computers would have intrigued him - the 
ability to, at will, correct errors with a simple keystroke, or to not 
touch them if so desired. And also maybe their ability to produce 
documents in gothic "schrift."  He would then have been able to use his 
excellent German more fully, had the technology been available to him.

	Maybe he would have appreciated computers after all!

	At any rate, here it is, Dad.  I hope this will continue 
this legacy of yours for at least one more generation.

							James R. Janzen, Oct 1996