Bruce Hutchinson ~ Class of 1966

Bruce Hutchinson ~ Class of 1966

Departed Circa 1971 ~ Car accident

by Marcia Powell
Bruce Hutchinson, class of ’66. We met in the office waiting room our first day while our parents/aunt & uncle were getting us registered in late Sept. or early Oct. of ’64. We both were going to be Juniors and got there after school had already started. We shared several classes, lockers right next to each other, many friends and fun times. He was a dear, sweet boy with a wonderful sense of humor…he let me go all day long one day with my shift dress on backwards. I couldn’t figure out why he kept poking me in the shoulder blades every time we happen to meet at our lockers and say,”Hmm, dressed yourself today, did you?” I never realized the darts were in the back (because the Thai tailor matched the patterns so well you couldn’t see them) until Carolyn Taylor came up and whispered in my ear and told me. Bruce laughed until tears ran down his face. And even harder when I pulled my arms inside the sleeves and turned it around right there in the hall!! We kept in contact after graduation and as happens not as often as we started out. I hadn’t heard from him in months. then in about middle to late ’70-72 I got a letter from his older brother Mike letting me know that Bruce had been killed in a car accident a few months before. He had found my name & address and some letters while going through Bruce’s things. I think Mike graduated in ’65. Both of them were great guys. I’m sorry this is so long but I know there are others that knew Bruce and I wanted him to be recognized and remembered in the annals of ISB. As always, gone but never forgotten.

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Dr. Arthur H. “Art” Himmler ~ F-Faculty 1982

Dr. Arthur H. “Art” Himmler ~ F-Faculty 1982

Departed ~ 2/9/2013 ~ Automobile Accident

Remembering the life of Art Himmler
February 20, 2013 By Cara Mitchell
Dr. Arthur Herbert Himmler

Valentine’s Day is a day to celebrate the ones we love the most. So it was appropriate that hundreds of friends and former colleagues of Dr. Arthur H. Himmler gathered at Oberlin Church in Steilacoom to remember someone very near and dear to their hearts.

Dr. Himmler, or “Art” as many new him, died in a car crash on February 7, 2013 in eastern Washington. He was 68 years old. Himmler was the superintendent of the Steilacoom Historical School District from 1994 to 2009. It was a time of great change for the district, and Himmler was there leading the way in every way, shape and form.

During his memorial service on Feb. 14, friends and family shared memories about a humble man who loved music, loved his family, and loved life.

In paying tribute to Himmler’s music background, the Steilacoom High School Jazz Band and the Steilacoom High School Choir performed. The choir performed the song, I Hear Sweet Music, and gave a beautiful performance of Amazing Grace.

Retired general John Hemphill touched on many of Himmler’s accomplishments both as a Kiwanis member and as superintendent, including the rebuilding of Saltar’s Point Elementary, remodeling the high school, bringing Chloe Clark Elementary online, and integrating computers into the district.

“There comes a time when a man must choose between what is right, and what is easy. Art never failed to choose the right,” said Hemphill.

Himmler led the charge in getting the school district’s boundary changed so all of DuPont’s city limits was included in the Steilacoom School District boundary.

“He was a great man. I will never forget him,” remarked Hemphill.

Former Steilacoom High School Principal Jan McCrimmon shared a story that took place last summer, when she visited Himmler and his family in Omak, WA.

“What do you do at night in Omak? You sit outside with Art and Noi, look up at the sky, and watch for the first satellite.”

Chloe Clark Elementary Principal Gary Yoho shared that Himmler was a great believer in family.

“I once made the mistake of attending a board meeting on the same night one of my kids had a concert. After the meeting, Art came up to me with a very serious look on his face, and he told me he never wanted me to attend a board meeting again if my kids had a concert on the same night.”

For two hours, friends from across the state shared stories about a brilliant music teacher who loved the outdoors and made everyone smile. Himmler was described as the ‘god father’ of WAVA, or the Washington Virtual Academy. He touched the lives of children, parents and educators from Hong Kong and Bangkok to Washington’s Orcas Island, Carbonado, Steilacoom and Omak school districts. He was someone who could see the good in every child, and in all of us.

Above everything, Art placed his family first. The best part of his life was his wife Noi, and daughters Ja-ay, Apple and Elna.

Himmler’s youngest daughter, Elna Himmler Leavitt, beautifully eulogized her father.

“He was my Indiana Jones,” she said.

Elna asked that instead of living each day like it’s our last, to instead live each day like it’s our dad’s or mom’s last day.

“Do something that will make a positive impact in their life.”

She also encouraged all who loved her father to act and be just a little more like him.

Based on those who loved him the most, that would include being humble and a good listener. Be a positive role model. Show kindness and compassion no matter what. And always, put your family first.

“He was a brother and a dear friend. Art loved the Lord. I know for certain we’ll see him again someday,” offered friend Duane Hardesty.

Until then Dr. Himmler, Cheers.

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John Harold Hill ~ Class of 1969

Harold Hill ~ Class of 1969

Departed ~ 1988 ~ Car Accident

I remember that at the time Harold was taking karate lessons. He was very proud to demonstrate his new moves for me every week. He liked to make fun of his karate teacher. One time after a lesson, he pointed at his right hand (the one he used for karate chops), and said to me in a Chinese accent, “Is lock (rock).” Then he pointed to the other hand and said, “Is pirrow (pillow).” I thought it was hilarious, so he’d say it again every so often just to see me laugh. I also remember he had been on a winning crew team before he came to ISB. We both moved from Bangkok back to Virginia , so we met again in late 1968. I went off to California in early 1970, so that was the last time I saw him, but I was certain that he was going to be very successful.

Please let me know if you learn anything more about what happened to him.

Diana Sheeks Schneider

Class of ‘70

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Paul Brain Hegna ~ Class of 1986

Paul Brain Hegna ~ Class of 1986

Departed~02/18/2014 ~ Cause unknown

Paul Brian Hegna

48 of Chandler, Arizona , passed away on February 18, 2014. Son of Edwena Rae Hegna and the late Charles Floyd Hegna. He is survived by his brothers Steven (Carol) Hegna, and Craig (Eras) Hegna, and his sister Lynn Hegna (Stephen) Moore , niece Holly Moore (Joshua) Swider , and grand-nephew Christian Charles Swider, and respective relatives. Services to be held at a later date.

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Ruth Ann Haviland Crame ~ Class Of 1976

Ruth Ann Haviland Crame ~ Class Of 1976

Departed ~ 2/28/2016 ~ Cancer

June Haviland left and Ruth Ann Haviland Crame right~ photo by Kate Johnson

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Norman Hale ~ Class of 1971

Norman Hale ~ Class of 1971

Departed ~ 3/2013

 

 

March 31st 2013 – Posted by Randy Hale

RIP Norman Hale My brother Norman was laid to rest a week ago. His ashes were scattered in the Pacific Ocean near San Diego where he spent so many happy days of his life surfing. He is survived by his four children: Ryley 10 Gabriel 12 Conner 14 Julian 20 We will miss you Norm.

Chandra Gulati ~ Class of 1976

Chandra Gulati ~ Class of 1976

Departed ~ 1975-1976 School Year ~ Cancer

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Gunther Glomb ~ F-Faculty

Gunther Glomb ~ F-Faculty

Departed~08/17/2015 ~ Details unknown

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Claudia Gentry ~ Class of 1966

Claudia Gentry ~ Class of 1966

Departed~07/09/2003

Information supplied by: Glenda Gentry

Class of 66 – Claudia Gentry – Died July 9, 2003 of ovarian cancer after a hard fought battle that gave her 5 extra years.

I remember arriving in Bangkok as a nervous (and extremely shy) freshman (sounds so much better than 9th grader!). I met Glenda Gentry, who became my bestest friend, and thru her, Claudia. My older sister had not lived at home for years (college and married long before) so I was not prepared for a big sister, let alone Claudia. She was friendly (could get a rock to talk), very Southern, and a charming flirt with the boys. She teased me unmercifully at times. Especially about my “beauty mark” on the tip of my nose (which has since disappeared) and the fact that my big toe is shorter than my second toe (which is still true). She did not pull any punches either. I remember when I was asked to the Sr. prom as a lowly freshmen – it gave her a chance to tease the heck out of me (not to say embarrass me! the duty of every big sister, as I understand it. I have tried to carry the legacy with my younger sibs, but never came close.) I visited Glenda in Washington DC a few years later – Claudia hadn’t changed even though she was married with children. I remember when they picked me up at the airport. I had (of course) been sitting next to a guy on the plane and we talked after we disembarked. She marched up and said that she knew I would have met a cute boy (immediately starting the blushes and the urge for flight!) and a few other things funny only to onlookers and other big sisters. I knew I was still family.

I missed my funny big sister who gave me a glimpse of that big world of teenagers that I had just entered when she went back to the states after graduation. I wish her Godspeed and hope that she looks kindly on my toes at long last.

Mary Griest

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