Howard Boyajian

Howard was my viola teacher at the Putney School in Vermont. I was not a gifted pupil, but Howard was always patient. He also performed regularly and wonderfully on Sunday nights at the school.

I was fortunate to have known Mr. Boyajian for 54 years and even luckier to call his daughter Julie a dear friend. I have alot of memories from growing up down the street from the Boyajian's but my most memorable one of Howard would be the music I would hear from an open window when approaching the front door to see if Julie was home. Such beautiful music came from him playing his violin. You'll be missed but never forgotten
Susan Grey-Lauber

Your dad was such a character and I adored him. This "pie face" will never forget Mr. B. I used to love watching him feed a banana to the real pie face, or practicing his violin in his home office. I remember when he took us to the Royals game and we had to be very careful not to mess up his immaculate car. And who can forget Mrs. Dart swimming through his legs during pool check - the both of them laughing at the top of their lungs. I loved it when - as a child - he encouraged me to do my...