Bruce Lancaster's wife just passed

My prayers to Bruce and their family.

 

Sorry to hear about your loss. r.i.p.

 

Sorry for your loss Bruce.

 

Blessings upon you and your lady.
I'm so sorry.

 

btt

 

My condolences to you and your family !

 

From the Jones family in Pasadena TX our heartfelt condolences for your loss and prayers for your family and friends.

 

I don't even know you personally Bruce but reading all your posts and how much you have contiributed to this site this news made my heart sink. We all on the HAMB are thinking about you.

 

Really thinking of you right now Bruce.

 

My Heartfelt condolences to him and his family

 

Thoughts are with you Bruce. Best to you and your family.

 

So sorry to hear of your loss Bruce.
Sounds like she kicked its ass for many years though. Not easy with such a tough disease.
I lost a friend at 20 due to Diabetes.

All the best.

 

My condolences to Bruce and his family...........RP

 

Godspeed, Alice.

 

All my thoughts and prayers.

 

Sorry to hear this. Your family has my prayers Bruce

 

My Prayers and condolences go out to Bruce and his family.

 

Very sorry to here this, hang in there Bruce.

 

My thoughts and prayers, to you and your family. Having been on insulin for 38 years, I really understand. God Bless, Eric

 

Sorry for your loss. Best wishes to you and your family.

 

Sincere condolences, Bruce.

 

I would like to pass along our familys sincere condolences

 

Sorry for your loss.

 

Sorry about your recent loss, God Bless you and your family.

 

So sorry to hear about your loss. Our prayers are with you and your family Bruce. God bless

 

Words don't come well for me in these situations. So I'll give my very best thoughts and prayers for you Bruce, the family, and Alice. RIP and God Speed.

 

My condolences

 

Bruce
So sorry to hear of your loss .
Our condolences to you and your family.

Gunn & Klaz

 

Bruce, sorry for your loss. Hope you are coping and prayers go to you and the fam. She inspires me to keep fighting diabetes.

Please, all you hot rodders on here, check regularly for diabetes and learn to control it early on. It's giving me hell right now. I never knew I had it until a few years ago.

Mikey

 

Thank you all for your letters on here and privately. This has been a BIG bright spot at a horrible time. A little Obituary:

Alice was born in 1947 and came down with juvenile/type I diabetes at age 9. She learned to take care of herself early on and adapted new tech like blood test kits and regulating pumps as soon as they appeared, keeping herself as free as possible from the horrible side effects of the disease. She went to college and became a nurse, working in emergency, burn units, oncology, and psych areas in her career.
The career ended suddenly when retinal bleeding blinded her. Primitive early microsurgery destroyed one eye and failed to help the other. At about the same time, her first husband died, leaving her alone, blind, and with a young daughter.
After several years of blindness, the blockage in her remaining eye suddenly cleared...something completely unaccountable except as a miracle. Retinal bleeds normally grow into permanent tissue ruining the eye.
She immediately returned to action, getting her driver's license back and starting a masters degree at the Seminary here at Drew University. I met her on a Seminary trip to Puerto Rico.
She was desperately eager to get out, travel, meet people, and have adventures after years of blindness...she got right into my old car activites at once, and shoved me back into early Fords. I had hidden away my stuff and concentrated on keeping my junker Nova transportation running during the years of kids, no money, no time, etc., and she decided that time was over--drive her Toyota, use time and money on Fords. She rapidly learned the stalking of deuce parts, knew everyone at Hershey and Carlisle, and became a well known and somewhat feared presence in the world of '32's.
She had many, many hospitalizations and surgeries; diabetes was hacking away at her, and she was determined to live life at full blast. This led to more broken bones than I can count...she was frail and still had rather poor vision. She went everywhere I went, and made every Hershey and Carlisle even if she had to traverse a frozen mudstorm in a wheelchair with a broken hip. Maybe some of you saw here being pushed through a typhoon with a transmission held in her lap!
She went blind a second time during this...and gathered more injuries getting around no matter what. This time, improved microsurgery got her eye working again fairly quickly.
She was a ferocious hunter of whatever I was looking for, and weaseled out my secret lifelong-search for things I would never be able to afford. Two stories:
At Truck Macungie, she heard a drunken biker loudly discussing his friend's mint '32 roadster, and the many people he chased away every time he opened his garage door and more people found it.
She chased me away and stayed to listen to the ranting.
On the way home, we stopped at the Midway Diner, and she excused heself and went, allegedly, to the lady's room...and vanished.
She came back an hour later, and informend me as we finally ordered supper that we owned a B roadster.
She had spent the hour on the pay phone, talking with every 411 operator in Pennsylvania until she had the right guy located. Then--she bought the thing sight unseen on the phone, from a guy who had run 10,000 deuce-seekers off of his property.
He did not quite know how to chase off a woman.
Later, she gave me a year of Hot Rod Magazine...no big deal, except that the year was 1948!! I have NO idea how she did that. I had never even SEEN a real January 1948.
About 4 years ago, she began to fail badly and became home bound, with many hospital emergencies and endless pain. A friend helped watch her when I went to work...for a long time, Work has been my only partially free time.
For about the last year, life was just a shuttle between nursing homes and hospitals, with many close encounter with death from several causes. Maybe five months ago, she became unconscious, with occasional flickers of contact and even speech but no real progress, no real diagnosis, no idea of whether or not she was brain damaged.
Sunday the 27th of September, I painted her nails and went home. She died quietly at dawn on Monday.

Alice lived her life to the fullest possible, even though most people would have seen her as too disabled to do a thing.
She never regarded heself as handicapped, and sought out people who needed help as she encountered them--somehow she could pick out a person in trouble, mental or otherwise, and rescue the toubled at fleamarkets. I remember her singling out a filthy biker at Englishtown, sitting down with him, and counseling him for an hour as he wept and talked. At Carlisle, she once spotted a brain-damaged young man who was lost and resued him. How she knew that those people, who looked just like thousands around them, were in trouble, I will never know. She was a roving chaplain.
RIP. She is probably explaining to God how you can tell a deuce winshield post from a repro...