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Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Messages about Scott
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I'll always remember the little things about Scott that made him so unique. One time back in 1998, Scott stayed at our home for about six weeks while he was moving to Jacksonville (the first time). My husband was in Iraq, and Scott's presence really helped cheer me up. He'd help cook dinner and go on my nightly walks with me....on the first one, I didn't want to seem whimpy, so I went all OVER the place, walking very fast. When we got home, Scott said, "Tell me you don't do that every day!" That was when he hurt his back, and I forgot he had trouble getting around that far.
He had a key and the code to our alarm. One night, he came in late, maybe 1am. The next morning he said he actually arrived about 12:30, but spent half an hour trying to decide whether to come in because there was a HUGE spider hanging out above our front door! You probably know his fear of spiders. This was too funny, and we joked about it constantly. When the pest control man came to spray many months later, he also commented about a huge mama spider living in the attic above our front door. So we knew Scott was serious!
We have so many memories....we will never forget! Kara
I was stationed with Scott during his first tour in the Maulers. I was the Maintenance Master Chief then. Scott was a great Officer. He was always willing to listen to the Chief Petty Officers and built a camraderie with us that very few of the pilots had. I have many memories of him receiving "training" from the Chiefs Mess. I'm sure I have some pictures of Scott and will get them posted on the site as soon as I find them.
I was very saddened to hear about the loss of Scott. I frequently tell this story to others and I feel compelled to share it with you. Approximately 21 years ago I began my coaching career in the Malverne Little League. I went to the baseball draft and, since I was fairly new in town, I asked another coach who were the better players in Malverne? The guy told me that Scott Bracher was one of the best players, but advised me not to draft him because of his temper. When it came to my turn, I totally ignored the other coach's advice and selected Scott as my first draft choice. The team won 17 games and lost 1, and, needless to say, Scott was largely responsible for our succcess. I never saw the temper that the other coach cautioned me about. I only saw a tall, sweet, hard-working twelve year old who greatly contributed to a very rewarding baseball season for me and the team. I am sure that this story is one of many, which reveals what a wonderful son you raised.
Mrs. Bracher, I was overwhelmed with saddness to learn about the loss of your son, Scott. So much so, I found it difficult responding to your poignant, yet profound correspondence until now. Scott was such a bright, caring, and loving young man, I have grieved over him since hearing about this horrific tragedy. I remember how studious Scott was, and his love especially for mathematics. He was a little gentleman even in 3rd grade, volunteering to help his classmates when needed and caring for the pet animals in our classroom. How handsome he was in uniform in the picture you sent to me !!! I shall always treasure it. Thank God Scott fulfilled his dream of being a pilot. I am sure he was one of the best ! My heart-felt regards to you, Mrs. Bracher, Mr. Bracher, and Todd. Sincerely, Bea Wilson
Remember Christmas and the steering wheel??? All Scott wanted when he was 3 years old was a red fire engine to drive in around the house. (He wanted to be a fireman in those days!) Dad and I ordered a fire engine from JC Penney's in August and held onto it until Christmas Eve. After Scott and Todd went to sleep, we got out the box with the fire engine and put it together. All went well until we found that NO steering wheel was enclosed in the box!!! What to do??? It was the only thing he had asked for!!! Sent Mr. B out into the snow at 11:30 PM to find a store with a steering wheel!!! No one had any engines in stock. Mr. B, desperate, wound up in Toys'R US. They had nothing. He wanted to buy the sample that was up high on the shelf...no, they can't sell that. Humph!!! That wasn't going to stop Mr. B....he reached up...ripped the steering wheel off the sample...threw the disbelieving salesperson a ten dollar bill...and came home, beaming....with the Steering wheel for his boy. Scott spent the entire day in the fire engine...meals and all....pajamas and all...until bedtime, complete with his Malverne Fire Chief hat on his head. It was the only gift he EVER asked for, and loved.
So in honor of today, we (my family) are telling our favorite Scott stories and drinking a beer, so I couldn't think of a favorite, so I thought I would share one of my last.
When he came to visit in September one night we went over to my brothers place for dinner and some drinks. Once the drinking began, Joey and I decided it would be great to get out this skeet ball like game that the rule is if you get a high score you have to make up a dance, usually Joey and I don't find the others all that excited about our rule, but Scott in true form was game. Although at first he did so poorly my brother thought he might need to wear a lucky hat, so he found him a bicycle helmet, it was hillarious, anyone who knows Scott knows he had a small noggin and my brothers helmet was of course a million sizes too big, so as he played the game it kept sliding down his head but of course it was lucky and Scott was soon blowing our scores away and therefore had to dance, so he began with a little known dance the "bicycle" and proceeded to make up dances for over an hour. We laughed so hard, it was so much fun. He was always happy to have a good time and was always so good to my family.
I met LCDR Bracher when I was a young Airman in VS-32. He was a good officer and he never felt superior over the enlisted people. We often talk about cars and he loved his 2001 BMW 330 SERIES. I emailed him two weeks before the sad event. In my email, I asked him to write me a letter of recommendation for my OCS application. He was so happy for me that I worked so hard and earned a college degree. He gave me his word that his squadron would be going to the boat and he should be back on Oct 16. He told me to call him and even asked me to send him a bulleted information of the things I have done over the past year etc etc for him to use it for my recommendation letter. I was heart broken when I heard that he was involved in the crash. I still have his emails in my mail box. He was a great officer and one of the best pilots. I had thought that we were going to loose him as a pilot when he was having a severe back pains after each flight. I thanked the almighty when he informed me that he underwent a surgery and had the lumbar vertebrate fixed. We miss you, Sir. You were my friend and a great Naval Officer.
I don't know why I thought of this the other day but I was thinking of how much Scott hated spiders and I remembered this funny story from Malta. We had pulled into Malta and there was a group of us on a tour of some old Catacombs and of course Mat Moneymaker (if you knew him you know why this is an of course statement) wanted to head off the beated path so Scott and I went with him and we began our own tour of the Catacombs, there were some pretty great tunnels down there, but as we went further it was getting tough for us to squeaze through the various openings into the next tunnel and finally we hit a point where we weren't sure that Scott and Money could make it through so as we were checking out the opening I guess Scott saw a spider, this resulted in him knocking me over on his way out of the room and Money laughing, it was pretty funny. You have never seen a guy move so fast to get away from such a little creature. That was a good time, to get to hang out with the both of them. I am a lucky girl.
I taught with Lorraine at Northern Parkway School. During the war in Afghanistan, we all worried and prayed for Scott as he flew over that country, refueling the bombers. How brave he was, as was Lorraine. After his tour, he and Tara came to Northern Parkway and gave a slide show presentation to the fifth graders. The kids were all eyes and ears for this! How well Scott spoke and how unpretentious he was. What a wonderful son.
I was at dinner the other night with my brother and sister in law and my brother was telling a funny story about Scott. When he came to visit me, I had to work one morning so he went on a ride along with my brother who is a cop. Towards the end of the shift they pull a guy over and as they are wrapping things up with the guy he asks who Scott is and Joey (my brother) says that Scott works for the government, leading him to believe that Scott was FBI or CIA or something, so a couple minutes later Joey hands the guy his paperwork and they begin to walk back to the car and Scott looks back and says to the guy "I'll be watching" Joey says it was hillarious to see the fear in this guys face, wondering if somehow Scott really could keep tabs on him.
Hey Everyone.....Baby Scott was born....a beautiful son to Kara and Matt Robinson!!! Scott William Robinson Born on Nov. 8 8lbs 11 oz 21 3/4 " big feet and dark blond hair Thank you both. Scott would be smiling and puffing on a cigar!!
Hopefully Scott William and Logan Scott Hede will get together to discuss the legacy they have been named after. Thank you for your honor.
It brings me back to years ago, about a month after I met Scott. He had invited me to see a band play in DC on Halloween night. He was going to see it with a few friends and I was planning on meeting him at the club. Chris Claiborne was going to pick me up and drive me into DC with him. Being Halloween I decided to dress up and the only costume I had was a genie costume. It wasn't provocative or anything but it was flimsy and pretty dainty. When I showed up Scott laughed at me and made fun of me because it wasn't the type of concert to be wearing that costume to. Everyone was dancing and slamming into each other (kind of weird if you ask me), but I ended up holding onto my outfit the whole night. I've never really been to many concerts before. Anyways, it was pretty funny. I had forgotten about that memory until I started writing to you. It's nice to be able to pull up another memory.
A little background about Scott and I. I had approx. 6 months left in my tour w/ 32 when Scott check in. I was the training officer and responsible for the pilots and NFO's (including Tara) training prior to cruise. Scott was easy to work w/ and always achieved the qualification he was schedule for. I had a deal w/ the pilots, if they would fly 3 to 5 training flights and get the quals that they needed I would schedule a fun flight for them. Most of them wanting bombing flights for their joy ride/flight. Scott was no exception. I remember some late nights on the boat trying to write a flight schedule for the next day, your son would pull up a chair and help out, when I ran into a jam. He was someone you could always count on.
I just went through my flight logs and I only had 6 flights w/ Scott. My first flight was from the Kenndy on 16 Apr 99 and my last flight w/ him was from NAS Jax on 27 Nov 00. Scott was a excellent aviator and I enjoyed flying w/ him. If you remember when he was able to bring 4 jets to N.Y. for the fly-over pictures of the WTC, I was in one of the jets. I ended staying in the city w/ a friend.
I retired from the Navy in Dec 01 and Scott had joined me once again in the VS Wing prior to my retirement. I think this period of time was when he was medically grounded for his back. Upon my retirement Scott volunteer to put together my shadow box which is a gift from the wardroom of my past 30 year career. As you can see Scott touch my life too.
Oh Scott how you must be smiling and giggling watching Air Force 1 as they flew by the Statue of Liberty scaring everyone out of their offices. You got it right when you planned yours! I smiled too.
I GRADUATED MALVERNE IN 87' I JUST LEARNED OF SCOTTS DEATH AND MY PRAYERS GO OUT TO HIS FAMILY.I AM A MARINE VETERAN (90-96) NEVER FORGET OUR VETERANS!!!
Why is it harder now to come to this site than before? Todd's wedding was wonderful...we all knew you were with us. Dad held your place and did a good job. We got through Christmas and raised a toast to you on your birthday. Two cigars are waiting for you. We won't let go of you...can't do it...love you and think of you every day, all the time. Happy New Year.
Great website. Plenty of helpful information here. I'm sending it to a few pals ans also sharing in delicious. And naturally, thanks in your effort! plenty of fish login Also see my page - plenty of fish login
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I'll always remember the little things about Scott that made him so unique. One time back in 1998, Scott stayed at our home for about six weeks while he was moving to Jacksonville (the first time). My husband was in Iraq, and Scott's presence really helped cheer me up. He'd help cook dinner and go on my nightly walks with me....on the first one, I didn't want to seem whimpy, so I went all OVER the place, walking very fast. When we got home, Scott said, "Tell me you don't do that every day!" That was when he hurt his back, and I forgot he had trouble getting around that far.
He had a key and the code to our alarm. One night, he came in late, maybe 1am. The next morning he said he actually arrived about 12:30, but spent half an hour trying to decide whether to come in because there was a HUGE spider hanging out above our front door! You probably know his fear of spiders. This was too funny, and we joked about it constantly. When the pest control man came to spray many months later, he also commented about a huge mama spider living in the attic above our front door. So we knew Scott was serious!
We have so many memories....we will never forget!
Kara
I was stationed with Scott during his first tour in the Maulers. I was the Maintenance Master Chief then. Scott was a great Officer. He was always willing to listen to the Chief Petty Officers and built a camraderie with us that very few of the pilots had. I have many memories of him receiving "training" from the Chiefs Mess. I'm sure I have some pictures of Scott and will get them posted on the site as soon as I find them.
I was very saddened to hear about the loss of Scott. I frequently tell this story to others and I feel compelled to share it with you.
Approximately 21 years ago I began my coaching career in the Malverne Little League. I went to the baseball draft and, since I was fairly new in town, I asked another coach who were the better players in Malverne? The guy told me that Scott Bracher was one of the best players, but advised me not to draft him because of his temper. When it came to my turn, I totally ignored the other coach's advice and selected Scott as my first draft choice.
The team won 17 games and lost 1, and, needless to say, Scott was largely responsible for our succcess. I never saw the temper that the other coach cautioned me about. I only saw a tall, sweet, hard-working twelve year old who greatly contributed to a very rewarding baseball season
for me and the team.
I am sure that this story is one of many, which reveals what a wonderful son you raised.
Mrs. Bracher, I was overwhelmed with saddness to learn about the loss of your son, Scott. So much so, I found it difficult responding to your poignant, yet profound correspondence until now.
Scott was such a bright, caring, and loving young man, I have grieved over him since hearing about this horrific tragedy. I remember how studious Scott was, and his love especially for mathematics. He was a little gentleman even in 3rd grade, volunteering to help his classmates when needed and caring for the pet animals in our classroom. How handsome he was in uniform in the picture you sent to me !!! I shall always treasure it.
Thank God Scott fulfilled his dream of being a pilot. I am sure he was one of the best !
My heart-felt regards to you, Mrs. Bracher, Mr. Bracher, and Todd.
Sincerely,
Bea Wilson
Remember Christmas and the steering wheel??? All Scott wanted when he was 3 years old was a red fire engine to drive in around the house. (He wanted to be a fireman in those days!)
Dad and I ordered a fire engine from JC Penney's in August and held onto it until Christmas Eve. After Scott and Todd went to sleep, we got out the box with the fire engine and put it together. All went well until we found that NO steering wheel was enclosed in the box!!! What to do??? It was the only thing he had asked for!!!
Sent Mr. B out into the snow at 11:30 PM to find a store with a steering wheel!!!
No one had any engines in stock. Mr. B, desperate, wound up in Toys'R US. They had nothing. He wanted to buy the sample that was up high on the shelf...no, they can't sell that. Humph!!! That wasn't going to stop Mr. B....he reached up...ripped the steering wheel off the sample...threw the disbelieving salesperson a ten dollar bill...and came home, beaming....with the Steering wheel for his boy.
Scott spent the entire day in the fire engine...meals and all....pajamas and all...until bedtime, complete with his Malverne Fire Chief hat on his head. It was the only gift he EVER asked for, and loved.
MERRY CHRISTMAS SCOTTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love, EVERYONE!
So in honor of today, we (my family) are telling our favorite Scott stories and drinking a beer, so I couldn't think of a favorite, so I thought I would share one of my last.
When he came to visit in September one night we went over to my brothers place for dinner and some drinks. Once the drinking began, Joey and I decided it would be great to get out this skeet ball like game that the rule is if you get a high score you have to make up a dance, usually Joey and I don't find the others all that excited about our rule, but Scott in true form was game. Although at first he did so poorly my brother thought he might need to wear a lucky hat, so he found him a bicycle helmet, it was hillarious, anyone who knows Scott knows he had a small noggin and my brothers helmet was of course a million sizes too big, so as he played the game it kept sliding down his head but of course it was lucky and Scott was soon blowing our scores away and therefore had to dance, so he began with a little known dance the "bicycle" and proceeded to make up dances for over an hour. We laughed so hard, it was so much fun. He was always happy to have a good time and was always so good to my family.
I met LCDR Bracher when I was a young Airman in VS-32. He was a good officer and he never felt superior over the enlisted people. We often talk about cars and he loved his 2001 BMW 330 SERIES. I emailed him two weeks before the sad event. In my email, I asked him to write me a letter of recommendation for my OCS application. He was so happy for me that I worked so hard and earned a college degree. He gave me his word that his squadron would be going to the boat and he should be back on Oct 16. He told me to call him and even asked me to send him a bulleted information of the things I have done over the past year etc etc for him to use it for my recommendation letter. I was heart broken when I heard that he was involved in the crash. I still have his emails in my mail box.
He was a great officer and one of the best pilots. I had thought that we were going to loose him as a pilot when he was having a severe back pains after each flight. I thanked the almighty when he informed me that he underwent a surgery and had the lumbar vertebrate fixed. We miss you, Sir. You were my friend and a great Naval Officer.
AD1(AW/SW) JUDE EZEDIKE
I don't know why I thought of this the other day but I was thinking of how much Scott hated spiders and I remembered this funny story from Malta. We had pulled into Malta and there was a group of us on a tour of some old Catacombs and of course Mat Moneymaker (if you knew him you know why this is an of course statement) wanted to head off the beated path so Scott and I went with him and we began our own tour of the Catacombs, there were some pretty great tunnels down there, but as we went further it was getting tough for us to squeaze through the various openings into the next tunnel and finally we hit a point where we weren't sure that Scott and Money could make it through so as we were checking out the opening I guess Scott saw a spider, this resulted in him knocking me over on his way out of the room and Money laughing, it was pretty funny. You have never seen a guy move so fast to get away from such a little creature. That was a good time, to get to hang out with the both of them. I am a lucky girl.
I taught with Lorraine at Northern Parkway School. During the war in Afghanistan, we all worried and prayed for Scott as he flew over that country, refueling the bombers. How brave he was, as was Lorraine. After his tour, he and Tara came to Northern Parkway and gave a slide show presentation to the fifth graders. The kids were all eyes and ears for this! How well Scott spoke and how unpretentious he was. What a wonderful son.
I was at dinner the other night with my brother and sister in law and my brother was telling a funny story about Scott. When he came to visit me, I had to work one morning so he went on a ride along with my brother who is a cop. Towards the end of the shift they pull a guy over and as they are wrapping things up with the guy he asks who Scott is and Joey (my brother) says that Scott works for the government, leading him to believe that Scott was FBI or CIA or something, so a couple minutes later Joey hands the guy his paperwork and they begin to walk back to the car and Scott looks back and says to the guy "I'll be watching" Joey says it was hillarious to see the fear in this guys face, wondering if somehow Scott really could keep tabs on him.
Hey Everyone.....Baby Scott was born....a beautiful son to
Kara and Matt Robinson!!!
Scott William Robinson
Born on Nov. 8
8lbs 11 oz
21 3/4 "
big feet and dark blond hair
Thank you both.
Scott would be smiling and
puffing on a cigar!!
Hopefully Scott William and
Logan Scott Hede will get together to discuss the legacy they have been named after.
Thank you for your honor.
It brings me back to years ago, about a month after I met Scott. He had invited me to see a band play in DC on Halloween night. He was going to see it with a few friends and I was planning on meeting him at the club. Chris Claiborne was going to pick me up and drive me into DC with him. Being Halloween I decided to dress up and the only costume I had was a genie costume. It wasn't provocative or anything but it was flimsy and pretty dainty. When I showed up Scott laughed at me and made fun of me because it wasn't the type of concert to be wearing that costume to. Everyone was dancing and slamming into each other (kind of weird if you ask me), but I ended up holding onto my outfit the whole night. I've never really been to many concerts before. Anyways, it was pretty funny. I had forgotten about that memory until I started writing to you. It's nice to be able to pull up another memory.
A little background about Scott and I. I had approx. 6 months left in my tour w/ 32 when Scott check in. I was the training officer and responsible for the pilots and NFO's (including Tara) training prior to cruise. Scott was easy to work w/ and always achieved the qualification he was schedule for. I had a deal w/ the pilots, if they would fly 3 to 5 training flights and get the quals that they needed I would schedule a fun flight for them. Most of them wanting bombing flights for their joy ride/flight. Scott was no exception. I remember some late nights on the boat trying to write a flight schedule for the next day, your son would pull up a chair and help out, when I ran into a jam. He was someone you could always count on.
I just went through my flight logs and I only had 6 flights w/ Scott. My first flight was from the Kenndy on 16 Apr 99 and my last flight w/ him was from NAS Jax on 27 Nov 00. Scott was a excellent aviator and I enjoyed flying w/ him. If you remember when he was able to bring 4 jets to N.Y. for the fly-over pictures of the WTC, I was in one of the jets. I ended staying in the city w/ a friend.
I retired from the Navy in Dec 01 and Scott had joined me once again in the VS Wing prior to my retirement. I think this period of time was when he was medically grounded for his back. Upon my retirement Scott volunteer to put together my shadow box which is a gift from the wardroom of my past 30 year career. As you can see Scott touch my life too.
It was an honor to recognize Scott.
Oh Scott how you must be smiling and giggling watching Air Force 1 as they flew by the Statue of Liberty scaring everyone out of their offices. You got it right when you planned yours!
I smiled too.
I GRADUATED MALVERNE IN 87' I JUST LEARNED OF SCOTTS DEATH AND MY PRAYERS GO OUT TO HIS FAMILY.I AM A MARINE VETERAN (90-96)
NEVER FORGET OUR VETERANS!!!
Why is it harder now to come to this site than before?
Todd's wedding was wonderful...we all knew you were with us. Dad held your place and did a good job.
We got through Christmas and raised a toast to you on your birthday. Two cigars are waiting for you. We won't let go of you...can't do it...love you and think of you every day, all the time.
Happy New Year.
Great website. Plenty of helpful information here.
I'm sending it to a few pals ans also sharing in delicious. And naturally, thanks in your effort! plenty of fish login
Also see my page - plenty of fish login
Lots of us on Hart St in Lynbrook remember with delight Scott's wonderful smile. The video was fantastic. Scott indeed had "the time of his life."
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