In Memory

Traver McCotter

Traver McCotter



 
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03/01/14 03:27 AM #1    

Don MacLean

Traver was a friend of mine long ago. He had a great arm for throwing the football. I used to go deep and catch his passes when we played football as youngsters circa 1960. I'm sorry he's gone. He was a good guy.


09/14/14 07:47 PM #2    

David Cannon

I have posted a series of photos scanned from the Mt. Hebron Class of 1961 photo. At that time Traver McCotter and I were close friends and we spent many afternoons at my house playing cards, board games and building Lincoln Log fortresses that we manned with plastic toy soldiers and then blasted them repeatedly with rubber-suction-cup-tipped darts from plastic dart guns until a victor became obvious because the other guy's men had fallen. We honed our structural engineering skills after recognizing they were the key to victory. All the while we listened to Everly Brothers, Buddy Holly, Elvis and Frankie Avalon records on my portable Elvis Presley turntable. We also learned how to make wickedly rich fudge and brownies which gave me decades of interest in cooking. I was deeply impacted by news of the death of Traver and Louis Capelli who I spent many years next to in gym and other classes because of the alphabetical order of our names. I still remember the last time I saw a laughing Lou standing in front of his house after giving him a ride home on a summer night. Their memory and an added sense of caution rode with me every time I drove to the University of Miami for four years and on road trips over the decades to San Francisco, Phoenix, Yellowstone, New Orleans, Washington, DC and Pawley's Island. I hope my classmates will take a moment to view their photos and those of others who have touched our lives often in ways we never found the time to express.


10/07/14 10:33 PM #3    

Barbara Vosburgh (Linnard)

I met Traver at Mount Hebron in 7th grade. I treasured my friendship with him. He had come to visit me during the school break before his accident. It was a happy visit. That’s the last time I saw him. His tragic death affected me profoundly. I still think of him often.


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