Rebecca Oling
I drove my poor sister Hope crazy today with the same, determined, maddening barking that she could, in fact, find this picture amongst her digital piles that he would have used to get us to hit the pause correctly between "tender" and "stem" in "Lo, How a Rose. . . " It was taken at a celebration in the fall of 2004 at the Westchester Broadway Theatre in Trauty's honor.
So, maybe it is part of my overall grief, but I am kinda mad at him. I thought I was the "special one". I thought he believed in me! Darn if he wasn't so egalitarian about it! He made all of you feel that way too?
I was a happy kid, but never felt accepted. But those teachers accepted me most and believed in me most. I recall waiting outside Doris's classes to confide in her. She told me I could write. I hung out shelving books in the library and singing in the choir. I never felt so appreciated as when he gave me the high note in the drummer boy song! Suddenly, I am singing songs and hardly able to get through a few bars. Was it with Trauty that I learned Frankie and Johnny? I remember him taking us to the Nursing Home (Sarah Neuman) to bring them joy. And, frankly, I think that would also be a tribute to him if we could manage a local group to continue that! How I am sure he would have appreciated that when he had to be in a facility and I wonder if he had it. Breaks my heart.
I drove my poor sister Hope crazy today with the same, determined, maddening barking that she could, in fact, find this picture amongst her digital piles that he would have used to get us to hit the pause correctly between "tender" and "stem" in "Lo, How a Rose. . . " It was taken at a celebration in the fall of 2004 at the Westchester Broadway Theatre in Trauty's honor.
So, maybe it is part of my overall grief, but I am kinda mad at him. I thought I was the "special one". I thought he believed in me! Darn if he wasn't so egalitarian about it! He made all of you feel that way too?
I was a happy kid, but never felt accepted. But those teachers accepted me most and believed in me most. I recall waiting outside Doris's classes to confide in her. She told me I could write. I hung out shelving books in the library and singing in the choir. I never felt so appreciated as when he gave me the high note in the drummer boy song! Suddenly, I am singing songs and hardly able to get through a few bars. Was it with Trauty that I learned Frankie and Johnny? I remember him taking us to the Nursing Home (Sarah Neuman) to bring them joy. And, frankly, I think that would also be a tribute to him if we could manage a local group to continue that! How I am sure he would have appreciated that when he had to be in a facility and I wonder if he had it. Breaks my heart.
