Submitted by: Dan Rich

 

South Bend Tribune 1/31/1999

Joseph P. Borlik

March 19, 1912 - Jan. 29, 1999

Joseph P. Borlik, 86, of Inwood Road, North Liberty, Ind., died after a two-week illness at 6:30 p.m. on Friday, Jan. 29, in Saint Joseph's Care Center.

Mr. Borlik retired in 1976 as an assembly supervisor with RACO. He worked there for over 42 years. He also continued to farm.

He was born on March 19, 1912, in Crumstown, to Steve and Anna (Makielski). On April 20, 1940, in South Bend, Ind., Joseph married Elizabeth Wroblewski. For more than 50 years of their married life, they lived and farmed on the same road that Borliks have lived on since the 1880's.

Elizabeth survives along with a daughter, Kathleen Borlik of South Bend; two sons, Thomas (Darlene) of Granger, Ind.; and William (Davina) of North Liberty; four grandchildren, Jeffrey Borlik, of Redondo Beach, Calif.; Emily Borlik of Granger; Laura and Michael Borlik, both of North Liberty; two sisters, Evelyn Stroobandt of South Bend and Henrietta Bilinski of North Liberty; two brothers, Leonard Borlik and Stanley (Dorothy) Borlik, both of South Bend; and by two sisters-in-law, Frances Andrews and Martha Wyant, both of South Bend.

He was preceded in death by a daughter, Mary Ann Borlik; a sister, Margaret Marshall; and by a brother, Edward Borlik.

Family and friends may call from 2 until 8 p.m. today in the St. Joseph Funeral Home, 824 S. Mayflower Road, where a Rosary will be said at 4 p.m. Services will be at 11 a.m. on Monday at St. Stanislaus Kostka Catholic Church, Terre Coupee, with burial to follow in St. Joseph Cemetery.

Mr. Borlik was a member of St. Stanislaus Kostka Catholic Church and of the ushers club.

The family, the farm and the church were always important to our Dad. As a farmer, he appreciated the land, the first strawberry blossoms, the first red tomato, the spring rain and hard work. A day was not completed until the last chore was done and then it was time to sit on the backyard swing.

Dad had a wonderful sense of humor and loved to tell stories of plowing with horses, selling newspapers and dances at the Crumstown Hall.

Although he is gone, there will be countless stories that will come to mind over the years. We will always miss him.