Frankly Speaking

Lynn Bucholtz, on her 77th birthday in October, 2010. My mother Lynn Bucholtz died on Sunday, July 5. She was 86 years old, and had been suffering from Alzheimer’s disease for most of the past decade. Like many other aspects of her long and interesting life, she did not let Alzheimer’s define her. Nor did she allow it to rob her of her dignity and personhood.  She endured it - and even right to her final few days, she didn’t let it get her down. Lynn Woolard was born on Oct. 11, 1933 in Regina, first child of Frank and Kay Woolard. Her arrival in this world came at a time of great uncertainty - kind of like what we are enduring now, but in many ways much worse. Her parents had to hide the fact that Kay was pregnant and delay getting married. They did so because Frank had lost his job and, at the depths of the Great Depression, wasn’t too likely to find another one in Saskatchewan. (There was no CERB or even EI in those days). Kay had a job, but she would lose it as s...

My father Art Bucholtz enjoyed a final hand of cribbage with son Stuart Bucholtz, grandson Joel Glanfield and son-in-law Steve Glanfield after a Remembrance Day service at Simpson Manor in Fort Langley, where he and my mother Lynn have been living. His grandson Solon Bucholtz summed up his life this way - "Grandpa's life was his 29 hand." “People won’t care how much you know, until they know how much you care.” That was the philosophy of my father Art Bucholtz, who died peacefully on Nov. 12 at age 94. He lived life to the fullest – even as his health was failing. Most recently, he gave tender, devoted care to Lynn, his wife of 65 years, as she struggled with Alzheimer’s disease. Art had many roles in his life, and each made him into the complete person he became. He was an immigrant – born in the German-speaking village of Malinowka, Lublin district, Poland on February 15, 1923, the second son of Wilhelm (Bill) and Wanda Bucholtz. His father had been in the ...