This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Ted Braun, 91, born on April 7, 1921 and passed away on March 6, 2013. All us of who knew him were better for the knowing, and it is up to us to keep that spirit in the world as best we can.
Contributions can be made in his name to the Whidbey Island Community Orchestra c/o Enid Braun 7441 Barred Owl Way, Clinton, WA 98236, or the Orcas Island Library 500 Rose St Eastsound, WA 98245.
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The slideshow presented at the memorial on June 15th can be veiwed at:
Ted Braun 1921-2013 on Vimeo
Tributes
Leave a tributeAnd did you get what /you wanted from this life, even so?/
I did./And what did you want?/To call myself beloved, to feel myself/beloved on the earth
Ted.
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Father Sky, Mother Earth: The Eagle, The Wolf
Ah, the Great Spirit is a whispered word , an ink blot, a cherub laughing in his crib.Ted Braun would bleed red ink over my freshmen Humanities class papers, jostling me, kicking me in the ass about his proper english language bent--rules and regulations. Gingerly, I'd pick up my slaughtered text he'd just handed me extricating the bleeding mess from off my ruptured desk top. B over F jumped at me as Dr Braun lampooned me for misuse of the word 'Lambent.'Did I care? We both wondered that. My wild streak fed off those moments of creative interaction with this strikingly stimulating man who even got me to follow him to chapel.I grew. I have never conformed, fit in any template. Then again The Great Spirit intervened.I was Hotspur, tending to my garden on Doe Bay road Orcas Is and approaching jauntily now is my older now newly rediscovered Friend Ted. "I've been thinking Ted," I commenced another of many firey interchanges. "That intelligence is essentially making connections. Seeing connections." He laughed that weird chortle of his and commenced speaking like the NY cab driver he was."So interesting, Doctor. That is precsiecly my theme of a symposium I'm giving this weekend. I've a surprise for you , Phil"And what a saluberous surprise it was! Life never tasted better than those moments with Ted.
OLGA
For Ted and Alice
OLGA
In a cabin on an island
the world is kept.
An old man runs with horses
hears their voices
and is young among them.
The nightly fire
gives more
than light
a third companion
to two inside.
Though currents swift
and fearsome
churn without
the island’s cabin holds
still upon its ground.
In twilight’s darkness
voices may be heard
speaking of dreams
and life
and earth.
~Robert Lee Gaynor
Summer 2004, written after a visit with Ted on Orcas Island