Victoria Winarski Bolz

Victoria “Vicki” Winarski Bolz, age 69 of Menasha, Wisconsin passed away on January 17, 2021, after years of battling with Alzheimer’s.  She was born March 1, 1951 in Menasha and was a graduate of St. Mary High School’s class of 1969.  She received a B.S. in Education from UW-Oshkosh and he taught 3rd grade at St. Edward’s in Mackville, Wisconsin for three years.  She was also a preschool teacher at the University of Oregon. Besides her love of teaching, she was an accomplished poet and was active in the poetry scene in the Fox Valley, having organized many poetry events.  She also loved organizing her annual film parties for family and friends.  She enjoyed camping and hiking especially in Oregon where she met her husband Tim.

Vicki is survived by her husband of thirty years: Tim Bolz; three sisters: Donna Thiel, Paula Winarski, and Lisa Winnett; two brothers: Terry Winarski and Scott (Mary) Winarski; Terry’s children: Tekla Winarski and Kajja (Josh) Wagner; and Kajja’s children: Mason, Aubrey, Carsen, and Dawson; as well as many cousins.

She was preceded in death by her parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles.

The family would like to share a special remembrance to Liz Ginke and Rica Nolla, as well as their sincere thanks to the Ascension Hospice staff for their compassionate care of Victoria.

A private family service will be held.

Recycled Time

by Victoria Bolz – March 3, 2005

How do you recycle time?

Reuse the seconds, minutes and hours of the day?

Do you recycle only the good times?  Not the Bad?

The memories that brought you laughter, joy, and pleasure?

Why not the memories of pain, woe, and despair?

Do you take one good memory and play it out day after day after day?

Choosing only the true essence of happiness?

Does the painful memory never get recycled because of the horrible devastation it originally left?

How do you recycle time?

Maybe you never spring forward or fall behind?

And if you choose recycled time, what prevents you from getting bored?

Never experiencing spontaneity, happenstance, or perchance?

Isn’t time one movement at a time, go with the flow, living like it’s the last?

I the pendulum of time perpetually swings, why not take the time to truly live,

Make your time fresh, invigorating and roll the punches – vow never to recycle time.