Alice Dianne Bachman
November 3, 1931 ~ May 9, 2018
Resided in:
Pueblo, Colorado
Alice Dianne Bachman, 86, passed away May 9, 2018. Mother of faithful caretaker , Linda Bachman, Denver, Susan Clark, Barstow, Calif., Sharon (Stephen) Gould, Aurora, Debra (Maurice) Riner, Chugiak, Alaska.
Grandmother of Julie Clark and Neal Gould; great-grandmother of Sidnie (Jesse) Brown, Preston and Spencer Clark; great - great - grandmother of Iris Brown. Special bond to friends Mariellen Albo and Joyce Solano.
Preceded in death by husband of 46 years, Ralph Bachman; companion of 10 years, Larry McGrath; sister, Mary Silver; and two brothers; son-in-law, John C. Clark; and grandsons, Joseph Clark and Kyle Gould.
Born of immigrant parents in Trenton, N.J., Dianne graduated from high school in Los Angeles, Calif. Employed by Colorado Mental Health Institute for 40 years, she was a proud graduate of the first psych tech program, 1953.
Graveyard shift patient care took a toll on her body, but her sassy spirit and sharp mind never wavered. Enjoyed scratch tickets, slots in Cripple Creek and Black Hawk, crossword puzzles and cooking. Earlier days were car rides in the country, fishing and spending time with her 'Sweetie' Ralph and family at the trailer in Nathrop. Cremation with interment at Mountain View Cemetery, where Ralph awaits her. Online condolences may be made through Montgomery &
Steward. Memorial contributions in her name may be made direct to the charity of your choice.
Our condolences to the family-we just recently found out about Alice’s passing. My mom, Hazel Meloserdoff, remembers Alice as a wonderful, fun lady back in the day when they roomed together in the Los Angeles area. They’ve kept their friendship over all these years, remembering each other on their birthdays. Alice even sent me flowers recently on my birthday, and was always a joy to speak with. A precious, special lady!
Remembering my Great Aunt Alice Lesnikoff Bachman who passed away at 86. She was the last of the first generation Americans from my Great Grandparents who immigrated from the Ukraine during the Russian Revolution. We had sort of a meta moment when she came to see me on tour in Fiddler On the Roof playing the Russian soldier Fyedka. The very soldiers that scared my family to come to America. She was a very sweet woman that showed me love and had a genuine interest in my well being and I for hers. She went out of her way to teach me a lot about my family and my Grandfather who I never knew because he passed away at 39. A man so greatly beloved by my family that it’s created a mystical admiration in me for him. So much so I tattoed Lyubov (Russian for Love) on my arm in that honor. It feels a bit like I lost a key for that door in my family. I’m so grateful I got to spend great quality time with her at her home in Colorado. It was a trip I made especially to visit her. It created a bond that sparked a great penpal. Her acerbic wit (gee I wonder where I get that) was my favorite. I’ll close with my favorite Aunt Alice quote. My 83 year old Great Aunt Alice to me: “You look tired in that photo” Me “I was trying to look sexy” Aunt Alice “Your boyfriend looks sexy, you just look tired”.
RIP Aunt Alice!”
When I was young, it was life a family tradition, all of us would go to Grandma’s house for Christmas. No matter, where we’ll were in the world, Grandma’s house is where we had our hearts for Christmas. I will miss her very much. Always so happy to see us.
P.s. I will always think of carrots, as roof shingles. Lol