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 so 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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