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Veilleux Funeral Home

8 Elm Street, Waterville, ME

OBITUARY

Evelyn M. Bard

March 27, 1931February 22, 2020
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Evelyn Michaud Bard 1931 – 2020 Waterville – Evelyn Michaud Bard, 88, of Waterville, passed away peacefully on Saturday February 22, 2020, surrounded by family. She was born on March 27, 1931 in Wallgrass, Maine to Lezime and Mamie (Belanger) Michaud. Evelyn married Leonide Bard on November 12, 1947 in Fort Kent, Maine. Evelyn worked for Diamond International in Oakland and retired from CF Hathaway in Waterville. Evelyn enjoyed time with her family and was always ready to cook for a crowd. She was predeceased by her mother, father, husband and son, Leonide Bard Jr.; brothers, Camille, Emile, James and Joseph Michaud; and sisters, Emily Greishaber and Gloria Theriault. Evelyn is survived by her children: her son: David Bard and wife, Penny, her daughter: Theresa Whitcomb and partner David Simpson, granddaughters: Jennifer Ruzzo and husband, John, of Rhode Island; Sarah King and husband, Brian, of Sidney; Amy Bard of Chesterville, Angela Hartford and husband Darren of Sidney, great-grandchildren: Katherine and Christopher King, Cordelia and Johnny Ruzzo, Nathan Curtis, and Alyssa and Bailey Harford. She is also survived by sisters, Aldia Fucito, Lorette and husband Fred, Marcela Pierce, and brother Leonide Michaud and wife Virginia, and many nieces and nephews. We would like to thank Lakewood Continuing Care for the great care she received on her long stay there. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to Northern Light Lakewood “Moonlight Bay/Annual Coastal Trip” in memory of Evelyn Bard at 220 Kennedy Memorial Drive, Waterville, Me. 04901. You are invited to offer your condolences and share fond memories with the family by visiting Evelyn’s guestbook at www.veilleuxfuneralhome.com Visitation will be held on Thursday March 5th at Veilleux and Redington Funeral Home from 6:00 PM to ¬-8:00 PM. A Mass of Christian Burial will be celebrated on Friday March 6th at 11:00 AM at Notre Dame Catholic Church in Waterville, Me. Committal services will be held in the spring at St. Francis Cemetery in Waterville. A Service of Veilleux and Redington Funeral Home, 8 Elm St., Waterville, Me. 04901

Services

  • Visiting Hours Thursday, March 5, 2020
  • Mass of Christian Burial Friday, March 6, 2020

Memories

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Roberta Dubois

March 3, 2020

Whenever I saw Evelyn she always had a smile and a kind word . She was a joy to see and when she was shopping in Hannaford she would always look for Penny to say Hello♥️ I know she will live through her family David and his family and her daughter and family. She will be missed much and will always be loved !!! May she RIP with her Lord and Savior. It was a blessing to know her. So sorry for your loss. Sending love and prayers to you all 🙏🏻♥️🌹

Nancy Bard

February 25, 2020

We will always remember Aunt Evelyn and her heart of gold. Always there to help everyone. The camping trips were always the best with her. The Quebec-St. Anne trip, Aunt Evelyn held her bottle of holy water all night during a big storm. The Glacier lake Canada trips she sat with me all day to ward off the snakes in the woods so I would come out of the camper. She has been missed, now resting in peace. Heaven has a new angel to watch over all of us.
Nancy Bard

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Biography

There are so many great things I could tell you about Meme. She was truly amazing and really lived life to the fullest. She genuinely loved all of God’s creatures and was consistently kind and merciful. She set the very best example of a life lived in faith.
Meme respected people’s differences, often saying, “To each his own.” She prayed for all in need and was thankful for what she had, making the best of any situation. When giving advice, she’d often say, “You do what you want, you, but if it was me…” and then wrap it up with a “whatever…” It was never a passive aggressive “whatever,” but one that told you even if she didn’t agree with you, she’d support whatever you decided.
Meme loved to have a house full of hungry people. She would pull out all the stops for any number of visitors. She loved being out to camp, hearing a car come down the road and then watching them pull into the yard, waving and cheering them in. It didn’t matter if it was two or ten people, multiple cars even, she was happy for the company. She was always willing to share whatever she had in the refrigerator or freezer!
So many great memories of sleepovers at Meme’s… She loved to watch Dolly Parton, Dallas and Dynasty at night with the house all dark. She would let us watch with her, giving us snacks and explain what JR Ewing “that rascal” had been up to and which one of Dolly’s songs were her favorites. I remember Dolly’s show ending with her singing “I’ll always love you,” and Meme watching it each time with complete appreciation, like she was hearing it for the first time. She loved the Grand Ole Opry, Minnie Pearl, Box Car Willie, and all things country. She had such an adventurous spirit that she even joined her young neighbor on a road trip to Nashville when she was in her 70’s.
Meme worked hard to maintain her health by exercising and going to the natural food store to look for things like blueberry juice and soy products before it was anywhere near as common as it is today. She’d run up and down her apartment steps on days when it wasn’t nice enough to walk outside. She walked everywhere she could – at top speed. I’m sure many of us can remember kicking it up a notch when trying to keep up with her, especially on her way to mass. She loved being within walking distance of the church for so many years of her life. She made the most of every mass she attended. She never missed 4:00 mass on Saturdays; and when she lived in her apartment that was practically in the church parking lot, she often went to daily morning mass, too. When we held hands to say the Our Father at mass, she always did a quick little double squeeze to punctuate the end of the prayer and show us how glad she was we were there with her.
Meme taught herself to crochet everything. She made Santa and Mrs. Claus, Afghans, and these funny little monkeys that sucked their thumbs. She made so many different things, loved trying new patterns. She could make almost anything with craft glue, even snowmen couples made out of cotton batting. And she LOVED to cook. She made so many great things, but some of the most memorable would have to be her cabbage rolls, toutiere pie and salmon pie with egg sauce… and spaghetti, too. When we were out to camp, she did the best fish fry! She would clean as many as 100 white perch at a time, scraping their scales off with that odd triangular thing with the handle, filleting them with a paring knife, rolling them in flour and them frying them up in her electric skillet – all out on the picnic table. She would even go out in the yard at night, after it rained, to “hunt night crawlers” with a flashlight and a coffee can so we could catch more fish for frying.
Even though she made all this great food, she loved to go out, too. She appreciated it all. I saw her just as happily eat a Burge King fish filet sandwich as Chinese food with porcelain plates and fancy napkins from Jade Island. She and Pepe were regulars there and the owner loved them. The feeling was mutual. Meme even looked forward to getting a gas station Frappuccino at the Kennebunk rest stop on our way to Rhode Island. She enjoyed and appreciated all life had to offer in all situations.
More than anything in the world, she loved her family. She took care of so many people at different times throughout her life. She especially loved the littlest family members. I can’t think of anything that would make her happier than to rock a baby. She rocked so hard her feet would come off the kitchen floor or the floor of her big wooden swing at camp. She would hum and make up her own little words to tunes that only she knew. She called pacifiers pipes and wanted to get rid of all of them. She was always worried about a baby’s feet being cold. She would spend lots of time with us, showing us how to do things like cooking, cleaning and crafts. She loved to sit on the front porch after doing a bunch of daily chores and talk to us about current events. Politics and whatever crazy articles she read in the Enquirer or STAR. She taught us how to play card games like solitaire, “the clock game”, Rummy and “Go Fish” on the picnic table at camp.
Even though we mourned the loss of her personal memory many years ago, there were still moments when she was just as kind and full of life as she had always been, regardless of who she was with, or how she knew or didn’t know them. She was so strong and fought hard to stay here with us, but I’m sure she’s having the best time reconnecting with so many loved ones and already looking for ways to be a true guardian angel to so many of us still here. She will be forever loved and missed greatly.