This obituary originally appeared
in the Ventura County Star on Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Hilbert
Bolland (February
19, 1922 – October 26, 2012)
Hilbert
Bolland of Ventura, California died peacefully on October 26, 2012 at the age
of ninety. A memorial service will be
held on Saturday, November 10 at 11:00 a.m. at Unity Church of Ventura, 740 E.
Main St., Ventura, California. He is
survived by his brother and sister-in-law Hans and Ida Bolland, his wife of
sixty six years Amy Bolland, their three sons and daughters-in-law Eric and
Patty Bolland, John and Lourana Bolland and Peter and Lori Bolland, along with
eight grandchildren and five great-grandchildren.
Named
after his grandfather, Hilbert Bolland was born on February 19, 1922 on the
island of Sumatra in Indonesia. His
father had taken a position as a school teacher with the government of the
Dutch East Indies. His oldest sister was
born in Holland, but Hilbert and the rest of his siblings were born there,
growing up in the shadows of volcanoes, running barefoot through rainforests
full of elephants, tigers and orangutan.
After Hilbert
graduated from high school at the age of seventeen in 1939, the family took the
long sea voyage back home to Holland as they had done every six years for their
father’s customary six month leave of absence.
As they sailed away, they didn’t know they would never see their tropical
home again. A few weeks after their
arrival in Holland, Germany invaded Poland.
Soon after, England and France declared war on Germany. The nightmare of WWII would engulf everyone’s
lives. The peaceful islands of Indonesia
became a distant memory.
Life
became even more challenging in May, 1940 when the Germans invaded
Holland. The next five years of Nazi
occupation brought horror that would haunt Hilbert the rest of his life. But it was also a time of tremendous personal
and professional growth. Despite the
challenges of wartime occupation, Hilbert completed three years of
typographical school setting the stage for his lifetime profession in printing.
In 1943,
as life in Holland grew increasingly dire, Hilbert was taken by the Nazis to
Germany to work as a slave laborer in a print shop. Despite the unimaginable terror of war,
Hilbert often spoke of the kindness he received at the hands of the everyday
Germans who lived and worked alongside him.
It deeply shaped him to realize that even in the midst of chaos and
madness there was a spiritual core of goodness in everyone.
When the
war ended in 1945 Hilbert returned to Holland.
Soon, in September 1946, he and his young sweetheart Amy Van Niel were
married in the Rosicrucian Temple in Haarlem, Amy’s hometown. Unaccustomed to the cold northern climate
after a long childhood in the tropics and eager for an adventure in the new
world, Hilbert convinced Amy to leave war-torn Europe. The newlyweds sailed for America in 1950 with
their two year old son Eric and another one on the way. Their second son John was born in their new
home town of West Paterson, New Jersey.
Hilbert found work doing what he loved as a typesetter at the New York
Daily News. Eight years later their
third son Peter was born.
In 1962
Hilbert and Amy bought a trailer and a Chevy station wagon and moved their
young family across the country to California.
They were aiming for the San Francisco Bay area, but after a swing
through Los Angeles they stopped in Ventura, a quiet town just south of Santa
Barbara. Pulling over to rest at Plaza
Park downtown, Amy noticed the newspaper building right across the street – the
Ventura Star-Free Press (now known as the Ventura County Star). “Why don’t you walk over and see if they need
a typesetter,” she said. Hilbert came
back a half hour later. “I start on
Monday.”
Soon
they bought a house on Clemson Street. Hilbert
planted two palm trees in the front yard to remind him of his childhood home in
Indonesia. He lived in that house nearly
fifty years – most of his life.
Hilbert
was a peaceful, contemplative and spiritual man with an ear for music, an eye
for beauty and a deep love of the natural world. He took great pleasure in being a family man
and was steadfast and constant in his love for Amy and the three boys. He greatly enjoyed his daily cup of tea with
Amy every afternoon, as well as the nightly ritual of gathering the family
around the dinner table for the evening meal.
Hilbert also took the family on countless camping trips and day trips
exploring the America he had loved since he was a little boy in Indonesia where
he had seen his first travelogues about the far-off mysterious land of grand
canyons and sky high mountains. His
lifelong love of film led him to shoot and edit hundreds of hours of home
movies. He also wrote long letters home
to his loved ones in Holland and enjoyed gardening and the quiet life.
Hilbert
and Amy greatly enjoyed their decades of service as volunteers at the Ventura
County Fair and took particular pleasure in their roles as docents at the
Dudley House Historical Museum. A lifelong
learner and a natural born teacher, Hilbert often spoke to civic groups about
the experiences he recounts in his self-published autobiography The Nightingale Sings Forever. Hilbert loved Ventura very much, and gave so
much back to the city he called home.
We are
honored to call him our husband, our brother, our father, our grandfather, our
great-grandfather and our friend. We
will carry with us his quiet, endless love throughout the rest of the days of
our lives.
The
Bolland family would like to extend a special and heartfelt thank you to the
entire staff of Glenwood Care Center where Hilbert was lovingly cared for
during his lengthy stay, and the Rose Room Hospice staff for their
compassionate end of life care during his final months. We are deeply and eternally grateful for
their constancy and kindness.
7 comments:
Absolutely beautiful Uncle Peter. Love you
Thoughts and prayers for you and yours. Donation made in honor of you and Lori, like Hilbert and Amy, showing us all how it's done right. And in prayer for all those out there still suffering.
Your adoration of him emanates through your words. So beautifully articulate, I feel almost as if I knew him. I honor your father for being Strength-embodied through such a treacherous time in history. Thank you for sharing his story so courageously.
Peter --
Though it's unfortunate you didn't receive his hairline, you evidently received the most important inheritance, the finest aspects of your father's spirit.
You enriched my life today by so evocatively evoking your father's -- thank you --
Evan
Just perfect. Thank you!
Just learned of the passing of your father Peter. Losing a parent is strange, for they have been with us since day one of our existence. Their DNA is now carried in us. My thoughts are with you.
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