Martin Buchsbaum

If you are reading this, I have joined my beloved bride and ancestors in the realm of the imperishable. I was a 1950 model native Santa Fean; Marian Hall was then the hospital. Back when I grew up, it was a time when (almost) everyone was friendly, our varied cultures intermingled and blended fluidly; “ethnic” distinctions united us not divided us. Alas, our Utopia was despoiled by newcomers who, instead of basking in the shadow of the Sangres, brought their agendas…

 I admit it, I was irredeemably influenced by playing in the dirt; Piňon sap in my hair; plinking beer cans with a 22 rifle; Mommy seat belts while drag racing up Canyon Road; classical music and hootenannies; rancheras and ballet and square dancing; farolitos, enpanaditas and posole. It was here that I met a beautiful girl named Stacy and made her my wife; her gift to me was our independently minded daughter Hylah (Tim Clemans, daughters Rose and Anastasia, Aurora, CO) and a life chock-full of joy and happiness. Along the way I managed to be a life-long Episcopalian at The Church of the Holy Faith; have two fulfilling careers, one with my hands, one with my mind; and devote more than fifty years to helping others in their worst moments as a member of the Tesuque Fire Department. All in all, it has been quite a ride, and I thank all my friends, acquaintances and everyone else for making it worthwhile.

 I cannot say “Good bye” without acknowledging my sister, absolute best friend and rock, Donna Bell of Houston. Other kin includes Cousins Suzanne and Peter Taichert and Stacy’s brothers Bob and John Southerland who all, conveniently, live in Albuquerque, Cousin Allen Buchsbaum, and a whole flock of cousins, nieces and nephews.

 In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to The Church of the Holy Faith or to any volunteer fire department. Donations for cancer research in the name of Stacy Buchsbaum are also acceptable.