January 3, 1957 - April 28, 2011
a memorial page to celebrate the life and times of Trenton Tappby j.m.g.
|THERE HAVE BEEN MANY people throughout history who are better known, and appreciated in death than in life. This has certainly applied to poets, and authors, and writers throughout the centuries. Trenton Tapp was certainly not a poet or artist, at least not that I know of, but I believe his life on this earth is worthy of recognition and remembering. He will certainly live on in the memory of those who knew him. With some, the memories and thoughts will be pleasant, there are those who memories of Trenton may be loathsome. There are some he burned bridges with, perhaps even beyond the point of forgiveness or reconcilliation, there are some with a mixed bag of experiences, and undoubtedly there will be those with bittersweet memories. Regardless of which category you may fall in, it is an inescapable fact that Trenton touched many lives while he lived his brief 54 years on this earth with us.|
Richard Trenton Tapp was born on January 3, 1957 in Houston, Texas. He died at Ben Taub hospital on April 28, 2011 at about 8:45 p.m. He is survived by his brother Renee Tapp, and preceeded in death by his mother Terina Tapp and his father (Mr.) Tapp.
I remember Trenton as far back as Johnston Jr. High school, in Houston Texas in the early 70's. He was often seen in the early hours underneath the footbridge that crosses Chimney Rock, hanging out with the cigarette smokers getting a few puffs in before the 8:00 a.m. bell for homeroom rang. He had a quiet, almost shy, yet purposeful demeanor about him. He always seemed to have Levi jeans that were just the right length and did not drag the ground and get scuffed, and did not ride too high, yet left the heel and lower part of his boots exposed. Never tennis shoes, always boots. Perhaps because they were better suited for the outdoors, or the cold in winter, or for tromping through thick underbrush while trying to find a suitable spot in the woods while skipping class. They were not pointy cowboy boots, but cool boots. It's funny how I remember that.
|The high school years soon followed, and I seem to remember Trenton dropping out of Westbury Sr. High in either our sophomore or junior year, which would be around 1973 or 1974. Still, Trenton was a 'Westburian' and we had a lot of mutual friends and aquantances, we ran across each other fairly frequently, especially if there were beers to be drank or a party going on somewhere. Of course, back then it didn't take much of an excuse to have a party, heck, the summers were kind of one long party. Those were good years, much of the 70's, and Trenton was right in the middle of it. He always seemed to sense when to back off and stay out of trouble before things got to wild or crazy, but, there were times when he got into more of his share of trouble, like much of us back in those days. Throughout it all, the one thing I observed was that Trenton always seem to stay true to his word, a rare quality to have in any friend.|
|As a young adult, Trenton had interest and a start in the gold and diamond business, although I was out of touch with him for a few years in the late 70's through the early 80's when I lived in different parts of town. Around 1980 or 81 or so I moved back to Westbury and started working in the A/C and Heating industry. For a few years, we had a pretty good run, and Trenton was frequently my helper. I could probably go on for hours about some of our work experiences, most of them were fairly mundane, we'd go out and install a furnace or change out a coil. A few are quite memorable though. Trenton was a good installer and good worker, but one incident I'll never forget, although we had a good laugh over it. We had an electric furnace to install, and we got the furnace up in the attic and all the material we needed to get a good start, such as the ductboard to make the transistion and plenum to tie in the furnace, which Trenton was quite competent at. I left to go to the parts house and check on another job. When I came back, Trenton had the furnace set and was in the process of tying in the ductwork.|
|I'm really gonna miss Trenton. I think a lot of other people will too. Trenton was a fixture, a staple, of Westbury. Whenever you went to the store or ran an errand, it would seem almost inevitable that you would run into him. It was almost certain he'd ask ya for a buck for a beer. He never really had anything unkind to say about anybody. He lived his life the way he wanted, and on his terms. Not many people can say that. He could be a royal pain in the ass. He could annoy you until you lost your cool and provoke you into a fight. The next day it was all forgotten and whatever harsh words might have been said soon faded into distant memory with the help of a couple of cold beers under a nearby shade tree. He was unique and one of a kind. He could be bold and unapologetic at times and sympathetic and understanding at others. During his last few weeks he suffered considerably. So, at least we can have some comfort that he is no longer going through that anymore. I am proud and honored to have called Richard Trenton Tapp my friend, may you rest in peace, my brother.|