Jacqui Yelin-Alch
About ten years or so ago, I was lining the children in my class up to go to the bathroom or playground (I was teaching 4 year olds at the time) and a parent from the class next door was blocking my doorway. He said to me " I want my son in your class next year." I thanked him and told him all the teachers are great and he will be happy wherever he lands. The dad replied "I know that, but I really want him in the musical classroom." I looked at him puzzled as I don't play an instrument or have a very good voice. He smiled and said "Whenever I am here, I hear you singing with the children. You have the musical classroom."
I know that this is connected to my years with Uncle Trauty!
Jacqui Yelin-Alch
I have spent almost the entire day reading and re-reading all these wonderful posts--finding comfort in them. I was so sad to hear about Uncle Trauty's passing but having this page makes me feel like I am back with old friends in a safe place.
What incredible teachers we had during a special time in a special place that is known as BBHS. Not only was he a teacher that impacted my life in ways I couldn't imagine, he was a friend. He made it possible for me to intern in a kindergarten class by driving me back to the High School when he was done teaching at Ridge Street. He visited me in the hospital when I had back surgery and danced with me at my wedding.
On a lighter note, after my surgery I had to wear a body cast. We were rehearsing for one of the musicals (Carousel, I believe) and he was going into one of his famous fits that so many of you describe in your posts. For some reason he singled me out and bellowed "Is that doctor going to remove that cast or should I do it myself?" Typically for me, I kept my feelings to myself and continued to do the best I could. After the rehearsal, he called me aside to apologize. It all seems like yesterday, hard to believe over 30 years have gone by.
About ten years or so ago, I was lining the children in my class up to go to the bathroom or playground (I was teaching 4 year olds at the time) and a parent from the class next door was blocking my doorway. He said to me " I want my son in your class next year." I thanked him and told him all the teachers are great and he will be happy wherever he lands. The dad replied "I know that, but I really want him in the musical classroom." I looked at him puzzled as I don't play an instrument or have a very good voice. He smiled and said "Whenever I am here, I hear you singing with the children. You have the musical classroom."
I know that this is connected to my years with Uncle Trauty!
Jacqui Yelin-Alch
I have spent almost the entire day reading and re-reading all these wonderful posts--finding comfort in them. I was so sad to hear about Uncle Trauty's passing but having this page makes me feel like I am back with old friends in a safe place.
What incredible teachers we had during a special time in a special place that is known as BBHS. Not only was he a teacher that impacted my life in ways I couldn't imagine, he was a friend. He made it possible for me to intern in a kindergarten class by driving me back to the High School when he was done teaching at Ridge Street. He visited me in the hospital when I had back surgery and danced with me at my wedding.
On a lighter note, after my surgery I had to wear a body cast. We were rehearsing for one of the musicals (Carousel, I believe) and he was going into one of his famous fits that so many of you describe in your posts. For some reason he singled me out and bellowed "Is that doctor going to remove that cast or should I do it myself?" Typically for me, I kept my feelings to myself and continued to do the best I could. After the rehearsal, he called me aside to apologize. It all seems like yesterday, hard to believe over 30 years have gone by.
