Bruce Philip Evans was born in Neuilly sur Seine on 2 June 1951. He was the son of Robert Philip and Jeanette Gruner Evans. He died of head injuries on 11 August 1969 after a road accident in St. Germain-en-Laye. He was buried north of Paris in Lamorlaye, Oise, France but his remains may have been moved when his family returned to the United States. His father was an ordained American Baptist minister who served at the Greater Europe Mission. After he retired he remained in Europe for several years serving as the special Europe representative of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association.
Bruce was a talented, kind and friendly addition to the class of '69. He sang with Steve Braca and Eric Rolfson and gang and added a lot to our enjoyment (senior year) of live music by our classmates. He was a friend in the choir and a talented voice that would help others. I did not know of Bruce ad his familes' devout Christian faith until reading about his passing. I was comforted that the families' faith, I hoped at the time, would provide some solace.
He and I were going to leave Europe within days of one another to begin our college life. I was in Spain where my parents moved after my ASP graduation. I received a note from another '69 classmate with the OBIT enclosed. It was my first experience in losing a contemporary and one with whom I had built a friendship. It was great to see the honor bestowed on Bruce by the class of '70 in their yearbook.
Bruce Evans was one of my favorite people! We were in Choir together. I remember going to an "Up With People's concert with Bruce and Steve Braca. We had such a fun time. We all saw Woodstock together with a few of us. I kept in touch with Bruce's mother, by correspondence for a couple years. Someone told me the story of the day he died. Bruce couldn't find his helmet and as he left he said goodbye to his helmet. Evidently, he was trying to avoid an old lady who stepped in front him. He was going slow but fell on his head. I was gone that summer to Vermont with Marcia and Steve. It was so sad!
Bruce was a good man and close friend. He was kind,compassionate and giving. As Bill said, always willing to help others. He was a great addition to The Daisy - what good times we had together. The band was shocked and so saddened by the news. An instant void hit us. What I heard about the accident is similar. Apparently Bruce was running a quick errand and was not wearing his helmet. If I recall, Bruce lived in Le Pecq, so just a stone's throw away from where the accident occured. He was going slow, swerved to miss the old lady, and in the process laid the bike down and hit his head on the curb. I did not know of any of the details Carol mentioned, so thanks Carol.
I agree with Bill - what Lloyd Davis wrote for Bruce and Sue was very touching.
Like Alex, I rode the same bus as Bruce and Sue Cotner. I enjoyed talking to Bruce, finding him friendly and sharing his interest in music. I remember him being somewhat vague when I asked him what his father did. It wasn't until Bruce's memorial service that I realized his father was an evangelist. His father led the service, and grappled with the anguish of his loss by combining it with an impassioned call to faith.
Eric Rolfson had called me with the news about Bruce during the summer. Sue Cotner was in the States at the time and was unaware. On the first day of our senior year, we were all called to an assembly where Bruce's passing was announced. I remember standing next to Sue in the auditorium, and couldn't help but wonder how she would react upon hearing of our mutual friend and fellow bus-mate's accident. Little did I realize that we would all be sharing the same shock and remorse about her own accident a short time later.
Carol Bradford
Bruce Philip Evans was born in Neuilly sur Seine on 2 June 1951. He was the son of Robert Philip and Jeanette Gruner Evans. He died of head injuries on 11 August 1969 after a road accident in St. Germain-en-Laye. He was buried north of Paris in Lamorlaye, Oise, France but his remains may have been moved when his family returned to the United States. His father was an ordained American Baptist minister who served at the Greater Europe Mission. After he retired he remained in Europe for several years serving as the special Europe representative of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association.
Bill Gilliam '69
Bruce was a talented, kind and friendly addition to the class of '69. He sang with Steve Braca and Eric Rolfson and gang and added a lot to our enjoyment (senior year) of live music by our classmates. He was a friend in the choir and a talented voice that would help others. I did not know of Bruce ad his familes' devout Christian faith until reading about his passing. I was comforted that the families' faith, I hoped at the time, would provide some solace.
He and I were going to leave Europe within days of one another to begin our college life. I was in Spain where my parents moved after my ASP graduation. I received a note from another '69 classmate with the OBIT enclosed. It was my first experience in losing a contemporary and one with whom I had built a friendship. It was great to see the honor bestowed on Bruce by the class of '70 in their yearbook.
Alexandra Schouvaloff (Dorman)
Bruce Evans was one of my favorite people! We were in Choir together. I remember going to an "Up With People's concert with Bruce and Steve Braca. We had such a fun time. We all saw Woodstocktogether with a few of us.
I kept in touch with Bruce's mother, by correspondence for a couple years.
Someone told me the story of the day he died. Bruce couldn't find his helmet and as he left he said goodbye to his helmet.
Evidently, he was trying to avoid an old lady who stepped in front him. He was going slow but fell on his head.
I was gone that summer to Vermont with Marcia and Steve. It was so sad!
Paul Asaban
Bruce was a good man and close friend. He was kind,compassionate and giving. As Bill said, always willing to help others. He was a great addition to The Daisy - what good times we had together. The band was shocked and so saddened by the news. An instant void hit us. What I heard about the accident is similar. Apparently Bruce was running a quick errand and was not wearing his helmet. If I recall, Bruce lived in Le Pecq, so just a stone's throw away from where the accident occured. He was going slow, swerved to miss the old lady, and in the process laid the bike down and hit his head on the curb. I did not know of any of the details Carol mentioned, so thanks Carol.
I agree with Bill - what Lloyd Davis wrote for Bruce and Sue was very touching.
RIP Bruce.
Jeff Hamilton
Like Alex, I rode the same bus as Bruce and Sue Cotner. I enjoyed talking to Bruce, finding him friendly and sharing his interest in music. I remember him being somewhat vague when I asked him what his father did. It wasn't until Bruce's memorial service that I realized his father was an evangelist. His father led the service, and grappled with the anguish of his loss by combining it with an impassioned call to faith.
Eric Rolfson had called me with the news about Bruce during the summer. Sue Cotner was in the States at the time and was unaware. On the first day of our senior year, we were all called to an assembly where Bruce's passing was announced. I remember standing next to Sue in the auditorium, and couldn't help but wonder how she would react upon hearing of our mutual friend and fellow bus-mate's accident. Little did I realize that we would all be sharing the same shock and remorse about her own accident a short time later.