A lovely human being named Bridget Holloman was found dead in her apartment this afternoon, having apparently died in her sleep a day or two ago. The cause of death is not yet known but she had been complaining to friends of headaches for a week or so.
Bridget was an actress, a model, a dancer, a choreographer, a make-up expert, a magician's assistant, a teacher of dance and exercise, and a businesswoman. In this last profession, she opened and operated an antique clothing business, exhibiting at Los Angeles fashion expos. She had also costumed and done make-up for hundreds of films, commercials and print campaigns.
Bridget hailed from Albuquerque, New Mexico where her mother — the acclaimed choreographer, Suzanne Moore Johnston — is the known center of the dance world. Bridget moved to Los Angeles in 1975 where she was immediately cast in Slumber Party '57, a dreadful teen comedy that is remembered only because its cast also included a then-unknown Debra Winger. She worked often as a dancer, often on the variety shows of Sid and Marty Krofft, which is where I met her, and racked up dozens of TV and movie roles and commercials. She had recurring roles on Days of Our Lives and a short-lived Tim Conway sitcom called Ace Crawford, Private Eye, and was seen in The Goodbye Girl, Stoogemania, Evils of the Night and about a half-dozen other films. For about two years, she had to dye her lovely blonde hair to red as she appeared in a series of print ads and commercials for Nexxus Hair Care products.
She was an industrious, talented lady who, in all the years I knew her, never had a mean or selfish thought about anyone or anything. Tonight, everyone who knew her is stunned and shocked and wondering aloud why someone like that has to die so young. Especially when so many more deserving candidates walk the planet.