In Memory

Bruce Scoular

Bruce Scoular

ROBERT BRUCE SCOULAR, a chef by trade and lifelong philosopher, passed away August 6, 2017. He was born on July 25, 1949 in Kansas City, Missouri, though he lived most of his life in Lawrence, Kansas. Bruce spent many mornings engaged with other members of the Lawrence community over breakfast. He was predeceased by his parents, George Philip and Margaret Nichols Scoular, and his brother, David Scoular. He is survived by his son, Andrew, and his nephews, Max and William.

A memorial service was held at Trinity Episcopal Church on August 12, 2017 at 10:00 a.m. Published in Lawrence Journal-World from Aug. 9 to Aug. 12, 2017

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09/29/17 12:38 PM #1    

Betsey Bland

I had hoped to see Bruce at the reunion.   41+ years ago, while I was pregnant with my first son, he would come to visit our family.  I would pull mediocre dinners from the freezer and he would be our guest.  He ate all those once frozen meals and never mentioned that he was in his seventh year of apprenticeship as a chef.  A few days before my son was born, he came over with the most beautiful and elegant dinner.  I was flabbergasted.  It was then that I learned of his capacity as a chef.  He was a kind and generous soul.  I've relished this experience all these years and am sorry that I wasn't able to tell him how much it had meant to me.  He will be missed.

09/29/17 05:53 PM #2    

Richard Kaiser (Kaiser)

Rest in peace young man

10/01/17 06:05 PM #3    

Neil Shapiro

I lost touch with Bruce Scoular many, many years ago; our paths diverged & we went off in different directions. But for a number of years, during &  immediately following high school he was a very good friend to me & my family. We would go to movies together, grab a burger somewhere, just hang out. When I was recuperating from a serious  auto accident the summer after my freshman year at KU, he would come over to our house & keep me company. I think in some ways Bruce gravitated to the messy, fractious warmth of our home life; I remember him showing my mom how to make really great mashed potatoes (cooking was never her strong point).

After I transferred to art school in California, we lost touch. Life, as it does, goes on. We talked on the phone several years ago, but it was an awkward conversation; too much time had gone by without a connection, & neither of us did anything to change that. I regret that, because I will always remember his sweet natured friendship.

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