Kenneth C. Motschman

October 25th, 2019

Kenneth C. Motschman, age 96, of Wilmington, passed away on October 24, 2019.

Kenneth was the beloved husband of the late June (Rice) Motschman, devoted father of Doris Sancoff & her husband Eric of Sandown, NH and April Fahey & her husband John of Wilmington, loving grandfather of Leah Sancoff, Luke Sancoff, Shawn Fahey, Zachary Fahey and Amy Fahey, cherished son of the late Alfred and Mildred (Simonds) Motschman, dear brother of Jean Kinney of Winthrop, ME, Ruth Canelas of Pelham, NH and the late Harold Motschman, Herbert Motschman, F. Leslie Motschman, Raymond Motschman, Wallace Motschman, Louise Motschman and Deborah Buck.  Kenneth is also survived by many loving nieces and nephews.

Family and friends will gather for a Funeral Service with Military Honors at the Nichols Funeral Home, Inc., 187 Middlesex Ave., (Rte. 62), Wilmington on Thursday, October 31st at 11:00 a.m.  Visiting hours will be held at the Funeral Home on Wednesday, October 30th from 4:00 – 8:00 p.m.

Memorial donations in Kenneth’s name may be made to the E.N. Rogers Memorial Veterans Hospital, Patient Fund, 200 Springs Road, Bedford, MA 01730.

Kenneth was a U.S. Army Veteran who proudly served during WWII.

He also served as the Superintendent of the Wilmington Water Dept. for many years.


2 Entries in Guest Book for “Kenneth C. Motschman”

  1. Mary Thompson says:

    I will always remember dear Uncle Kenneth for his sharp mind and funny stories that I had the privilege of listening to for so many years. I will remember his beautiful garden and the advice he would give me, if I asked, about how to make my garden grow. While in the army, he connected a lonely soldier he was stationed with to his sister living in Wilmington. They started writing and later married and became my parents. Thank you Uncle Ken. I will miss you.

  2. Lynn Motschman says:

    So many fond memories of my uncle Ken fly-fishing the rivers of Vermont with my Dad. Swimming at Bristol falls makes me reminiscent of the great summer adventures our families shared camping on the New Haven river to this day. Ken was a bigger-than-life story-teller in those days of my childhood, punctuating his tales with outstretched arms and the occasional *fssst* sound from a pop-top can. He quietly showed his love for family, affection for his dogs, enthusiasm for sports and everything that gave him joy couldn’t help but bring you joy in his presence. I’ll remember him for his inherent goodness; his kind and gentle spirit and how easy it was to be around him.

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