Wulff Woodbury Funeral Home

2195 Woodlane Drive, Woodbury, MN


Emil Elvis Bartylla

December 24, 1925March 20, 2020

Age 94, of Woodbury passed away peacefully on Friday, March 20, 2020.

Preceded in death by wife, Phyllis; granddaughter, Beth Ann McAulay; parents and brother.

Survived by children, Debbie (Mike) McAulay, Dave (Sandy) Bartylla, Barb (Larry) Micek, Gail (John) Bieniek; grandchildren, Rebecca (Jerry), Timothy (Valerie), Tony (Sophia), Megan, Katy, Alex (Mykala), Jane (Brad) and James; 16 great grandchildren; brother of Violet Mikel, Adeline Dorosh and Virginia Herkenhoff; many more family members, friends and neighbors.

Emil was a veteran of WWII who saw active duty in the Pacific Theater on the U.S.S. California BB #44. He was a mechanical wonder who could fix nearly anything and an amazing, ingenious woodworker. He will be missed by all who knew him. We love you, Dad! A private ceremony held at Guardian Angels Catholic Cemetery.


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Emil Elvis Bartylla

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Laurie Duxbury

March 27, 2020

I am so sorry for your loss! Your dad sounded like a wonderful person and reminds me of a Bartylla. We are related - your dad's grandpa, Frank, and my great great Grandpa, John were brothers and immigrated here from Poland together in 1881. In reviewing our Bartylla family history book I see that your dad's parents were Thomas Bartylla and Mary Shatka. When I saw that he grew up in the Browerville area I thought for sure we are related. My great grandpa and grandma, John and Mary Bartylla and grandma and grandpa, Mathilda Bartylla and Alvis Wolter, also lived there. My mom was their daughter, Mary Jean Sampson, who passed in 2010 at age 75. I'm so sorry for your loss and would love to connect sometime. Laure Duxbury (lauriesdux@gmail.com and 651-356-5688)

Gail Bieniek

March 26, 2020

My dad, Emil, passed away in this unusual time of restricted gatherings.
When it came to planning his funeral everything was limited to 10 people or less, which included the priest and funeral home personnel.
My husband suggested that we still could have the hearse/funeral procession drive by Dad’s house one last time. Now my dad was a familiar figure to his neighbors, taking walks almost daily, maybe even multiple times a day “around the circle” in the neighborhood. We let several of his neighbors know that Dad would be taken one last time “around the circle” in the neighborhood where he had lived so much of his life. His kind neighbors spread the word and if this doesn’t renew your faith in humanity and human kindness and just plain being kind to your neighbor then I don’t know what would: As the limited funeral procession drove “around the circle”, the boulevard was lined with his neighbors spread out to respect social distancing - some with signs, some with flags, waving and saying good bye to Emil.
I say this with such a grateful heart - thank you, thank you, thank you to my dad’s kind, caring neighbors for passing the word, standing outside and saying goodbye to him on his last time “around the circle”.
Thank you, xoxo Emil's daughter, Gail

Bill and Beth Braun

March 25, 2020


Bill and Beth Braun

March 25, 2020


Bill and Beth Braun

March 24, 2020

Emil was a fixture in the neighborhood. Walking past, he was always willing to add some friendly advice or a welcome suggestion on our projects. We got to share Navy stories. Sorry to hear of his passing. He will be missed.

Fair winds and following seas.

Michelle Hassinger

March 24, 2020

I first met Emil one day years ago when walking my dogs through the neighborhood. I lost both of my grandfathers at a young age so kind of adopted him as a grandpa. He was always happy to see me and the dogs, as we were to see him. The dogs continue to look for him every day when we go by his house. Emil was a great person and I was so glad I got to know him. He will be greatly missed in the neighborhood.

Tom Grezek

March 24, 2020

Emil was a Legionnaire and a friend. He will always be remembered for his quick wit and great sense of humor.


March 23, 2020

Last Friday another of “The Greatest Generation “, Debs father passed away. Emil, though small in stature was a larger than life kind of guy who still always managed to look me in the eye. There wasn’t anything he couldn’t repair or build. He taught me how to fix cars, wiring, carpentry, plumbing, cement work to name a few. Having grown up on a farm during the depression, he knew hard work and resourcefulness. This he passed on to his children and to his sons-in-law. Many times over the years I’d stop in and we’d drink scotch until we solved all the world's problems. I was a better man having known him and can proudly say that if I was half the man he was I’d be twice the man I am now. He’s sorely missed


March 23, 2020

My wife and I interviewed Emil last year for an article we were writing on Woodbury's WW2 veteran. Being a former Navy man I was fascinated by his time in the Service during WW2. He was extremely vibrant in telling his Navy stories. The Legion and my family will greatly miss him.

Alex Micek

March 23, 2020

Most of us grandkids will always know him as "Bup", and I lovingly think of and thank Beth McAulay for the nickname by which I knew him my entire life. I've included a photo I took of Bup and my mom at a Father's Day gathering 15 years ago. Bup was a fixture in my life — and this picture is at the house I would sometimes take the bus to when I was in kindergarten, the house where my mom grew up, the house Nannie and Bup built in the '50s, when all of Woodbury was just farm fields, an apple orchard, bucolic farmland.

Right now, our everyday movements restricted and routines shattered by the pandemic, it feels like foundational bedrock-givens of our lives keep falling out from under us, we land in a hole, and then the bottom of that hole once again falls away. It is terribly sad that a large get-together to hug and cry and remember Bup has to wait.

But I can remember a little on my own. I remember the coffee percolator always running at Nannie and Bup's. I remember when everyone came over to re-roof the house. The enormous maple tree that stood for years in the backyard. I remember how Bup helped me build a school project in his wood shop. I remember his warm hugs on holidays. I remember all of our families, all four of Nannie and Bup's children and their kids on vacation at Wolf Lake... I must have been just 4 years old. I remember the Christmas when I got a huge Lego helicopter, and how Bup and I marveled at the mechanical winch on it. I remember the story Bup would tell, how he sailed on a Navy destroyer in the Pacific straight through a hurricane, engines on full speed on one direction for a day, then a calm day in the eye of the hurricane, then another day, engines on full speed in the opposite direction as they sailed out the other side of the storm.

I guess I don't know where we are now, in the eye of a hurricane, on our way out, or just on our way in. Hard to say. But what I know for sure is we'll miss you forever, and you'll always be in our hearts, Bup.