Craig Swerdloff
BBHS class of 1992
This is a wonderful memorial. I am saddened by our loss, but this page has given me great pleasure over the last 24 hours. As I read your comments, it refreshes my own memories of "Trauty".
Perhaps we were unusual, I believe so, because our senior year Trauty canceled the musical. To this day I feel some responsibility for that, having not memorized my lines, nor given the necessary commitment that he was looking for. For that disappointment, my apology is long overdue.
Trauty took us to Arizona and New Mexico in 1990 or 1991. He took us across the country to sing at ASU in their recently completed music hall, because the room had perfect acoustics. Passion.
Compared to the rest of my family, I am blessed with a great voice. That is not to say I have any talent at all. Everything is relative. In 1993 Trauty told my brother Blake, that he could continue in the Choir on the condition that he lip-sync for the rest of the year. We still laugh about it today.
Trauty, your memory lives on and you will not be forgotten.
BBHS class of 1992
This is a wonderful memorial. I am saddened by our loss, but this page has given me great pleasure over the last 24 hours. As I read your comments, it refreshes my own memories of "Trauty".
Perhaps we were unusual, I believe so, because our senior year Trauty canceled the musical. To this day I feel some responsibility for that, having not memorized my lines, nor given the necessary commitment that he was looking for. For that disappointment, my apology is long overdue.
Trauty took us to Arizona and New Mexico in 1990 or 1991. He took us across the country to sing at ASU in their recently completed music hall, because the room had perfect acoustics. Passion.
Compared to the rest of my family, I am blessed with a great voice. That is not to say I have any talent at all. Everything is relative. In 1993 Trauty told my brother Blake, that he could continue in the Choir on the condition that he lip-sync for the rest of the year. We still laugh about it today.
Trauty, your memory lives on and you will not be forgotten.
