Scott Levin, 20, former Tucson resident, passed away November 8 in Northfield, MN. He is survived by his parents, Mr. and Mrs. Marshal Levin; brothers, Joel, and David, all of Silver Springs, Md.
Scott was an avid folk dancer; we probably held the tallest and shortest dancer spots. I was so sad to hear of his passing but glad of those joyous memories.
I first came to know Scott Levin during rehearsals for Once Upon a Mattress. Scott played the Prince to my Princess Winifred. He was always good spirited and upbeat as he portrayed the rather dorky. Mama’s Boy Prince. He was fun loving and seemed always in a good mood while rehearsing and performing and was a delight to perform with. That’s why it was so shocking to me when later he committed suicide. I never read any sadness or depression in his demeanor; his façade hid his pain so not one of us knew to reach out to help him in his depression. I remember a large gathering of Carls who sat in a circle for his memorial and none of us knew of his burden. I feel honored to have known Scott, and the memory of his loss at Carleton will always remain vivid to me.
Fifty plus years later that folk dance memorial service remains vivid for me. I can still see the stricken faces of his parents as they watched the dancers.
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Scott was an avid folk dancer; we probably held the tallest and shortest dancer spots. I was so sad to hear of his passing but glad of those joyous memories.
I first came to know Scott Levin during rehearsals for Once Upon a Mattress. Scott played the Prince to my Princess Winifred. He was always good spirited and upbeat as he portrayed the rather dorky. Mama’s Boy Prince. He was fun loving and seemed always in a good mood while rehearsing and performing and was a delight to perform with. That’s why it was so shocking to me when later he committed suicide. I never read any sadness or depression in his demeanor; his façade hid his pain so not one of us knew to reach out to help him in his depression. I remember a large gathering of Carls who sat in a circle for his memorial and none of us knew of his burden. I feel honored to have known Scott, and the memory of his loss at Carleton will always remain vivid to me.
Fifty plus years later that folk dance memorial service remains vivid for me. I can still see the stricken faces of his parents as they watched the dancers.