August 19, 1943 – February 5, 2020
Bartholomew Busker passed away at his home on February 5, 2020, at the age of 76, surrounded by family. Born on August 19, 1943, in Houston, Texas, to Ruby Anne Nolan Busker and James Francis Busker, he married Candace Clark on July 16, 1966. At University of Houston, he earned B.S. and M. Ed. degrees with specializations in English, Physical Education and School Administration.
Bart’s life reflected the things he held dear. He loved language, sports, art, mentoring young people, politics, his large extended family, and especially his grandchildren. He was an ardent liberal, a life-long Democrat, and a frequent contributor to the Houston Chronicle Letters to the Editor. He spent his career as an English teacher, basketball and track coach, and assistant principal in HISD at Marshall, Jeff Davis, Milby and Lamar. He coached numerous teams at WULL and WUSA, not only for his children’s teams but also for many others. In retirement he taught English at HCC and Qiqihar University in China. Bart despised racism and injustice, and they were consistent themes in the art he created: sculptures, two novels, a play, and other writings. He will be missed by many.
Bart is survived by wife Candace Clark Busker, son Christian Bartholomew Busker and daughter-in-law Elizabeth Ann Garkovich Busker, daughter Alexis Clark Treanor and son-in-law Brendon Vincent Treanor, grandchildren Katherine Elizabeth Hall, Cash Di Antonio Treanor, Ruby Ann Busker, Townes Bartholomew Treanor, and Sullivan James Treanor, brothers John Harold Busker, Daniel Busker, and Terry J. Busker, along with numerous family members.
In lieu of flowers, please consider a donation to the International Rescue Committee, P.O. Box 6068, Albert Lea, MN 56007-9847 or by calling 1-855-RESCUE or see help.rescue.org.
- Visitation Friday, February 14, 2020
- Rosary Service Friday, February 14, 2020
- Memorial Service Saturday, February 15, 2020
- Reception Saturday, February 15, 2020
February 16, 2020
Bart and I were close childhood finds. We lived close together and both attended Immaculate Conception. When we were 8th graders we were on the ICS basketball team. Our coach had a punitive nature and would make us duck walk if we made too many mistakes in practice. After several duck walking sessions Bart and I decided to quit the team in protest. We walked off the court and rode our bicycles home. Since we were the best players on the team our protest strike caught the attention of one of the parish priests who visited us in person and promised the coach would not unfairly punish us any more. We rejoined the team.
Bart was a groomsman in my wedding in 1967. Upon graduating from U of H I relocated to Dallas and have not had any direct contact with Bart but did get updates from my brother who still lives in Houston. I am attaching a wedding picture showing Bart. He is the tall one just to my right.
May is soul rest in peach.
February 15, 2020
Coach Busker was my basketball and track coach at Milby and I never could call him Bart, only Coach out of respect. He taught us to be tough and smart and to never quit.
Through my adult life, I saw him at many Milby High School Basketball alumni get togethers and we always had nice conversations. When we had differences of opinion about politics, we had intelligent discussions and not arguments; I did not realize how special that was at the time.
I will miss my coach and friend.
February 14, 2020
One of my early memories of my uncle Bart were summers that he would be hammering nails into the deck that he built in his back yard. He was good with the hammer and he was always quick with a smile, and a great laugh!! At 6 ft 4 in he seemed a bit larger than life, and he lived that way. The irony was he was a most humble man, with a kindness that you don’t forget. I wear sandals, and when I do I will forever think of my uncle Bart sweating and hammering nails in his sandals. There was an ease about him, like the sandals he wore. He put you at ease. One of the best listeners and advisors I’ve ever known. Love the man.
February 11, 2020
Uncle Bart was a staple figure in my upbringing. More like a grandfather. As far back as I can remember, he was always there. The ultimate Patriarch.
He taught me how to shoot a basketball. He taught me how to swing a bat. How to hammer a nail. How to saw wood. He was there for all the moments worth celebrating. And he was there when life got me down.
He looked after me. He looked out for me. Wrote me letters when I was away. Took the time to teach me. Always focusing on what mattered most. Always encouraging that diligence of intention.
We built two decks together: at his Dunlavy house, and my own first home on Ferris.
Bart always wanted to know, what were my plans? He was always gauging where my mind was focused. He instilled in me the principle of obligation. Intellectual responsibility.
Looking back, there were few, if any, more devoted to seeing me on my way. He quietly displayed the true meaning of family, dedication, stewardship. He never gave up.
We shared love of language, liberalism, and public speaking. To busk. When I think of a giant, with great big hands and a massive intellect, I think of Bart Busker.
May my convictions remain eternally unshaken as yours.
February 11, 2020
Uncle Bart was such a beautiful, charismatic person! I have so many great memories of him growing up. He was one of those people that brought the sunshine and laughter into the room. He has always checked on me and my sons and offered to always be there if we needed him, that’s the kind of man he was. I feel blessed to have known him. God speed, Uncle Bart! ❤️
February 10, 2020
My Uncle Bart...
From his endless wit that I always had to go research to find the full story, to his powerful lumbered figures that literally carried folks, not forgetting the plays that were moving and profound for all to enjoy. It is safe to say that this man left a strong mark on Houston, Texas as well as in the hearts of many.
As he would always say to my brother and I: “Keep it in the road buah!” That has stayed with me...and I will continue to do just that.
I love you Bart!
February 9, 2020
So sorry to hear your loss. Our thoughts and prayers are with you.
Greg and Patricia Reaves.
February 7, 2020
Bart and I shared the same birthday..I hate that we have lost a kind soul. My heart goes out to Candy and the family. I saw Bart and Candy Back in September 2018 right before my mom Joanie died. As usual, they came into town when someone in the family needed them. I will always hold fond memories of Bart in my heart.