Posted by Jerry Hutchins …I would go on, but to those of you that were there know what an impression on a young boy O.M.I. presented. Hello…I am the son of, Lt.Col. L.W. Hutchins and Phyllis M. Hutchins,. I have the great pleasure of speaking to the Alumni of O.M.I. and wish everyone a Happy Valentine’s day. I have fond memories of my upbringing at O.M.I. and have many humorous stories of what went on during the summer months when the Three Hutchins boys would have free reign to entertain them selves. …and I too remember having to leave because of the closing. Returning to my father’s military school upbringing Onarga Military School Maybe I could share some of them with you if anyone is interested. As Charles Wharton would attest to I certainly was a handful. I remember him carrying me home after a slide accident. I would also like to say a special hello to George Strayer who was one of my parents “Children” and was always held in great fondness throughout their lives. John Hutchins who was NCO class of ’58 passed away in a car accident a couple of years ago. I along with my brother Jim have great pride in explaining to our children and John’s Grandchild about O.M.I. and what it represented in Society and being a force that would eventually shape all of our lives. Thank you for allowing me to post here and as the saying ion the front of the WEB site says…closed but not forgotten….I too cannot forget and thank you for letting me share my memories with all of you. …now as for future stories…one involves a cadet having to eat Dog Biscuits for dinner at Mess one night…….if you interested…
on 2/1/2005, 2:18 pm
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…and can still hear reveille…and smell the fall leaves. The sound of the band leading the march out of the main entrance, right onto Belmont Ave., down the street to church on Sunday Mornings.
…The gleam of high polished black shoes highlighting the crisp starched pleats of the “White Ducks” against the Steel Blue Coat. The sight would take away the breath of anyone who knows what military life is like.
…The faces of the proud Mothers and Fathers…and for some the approving eye of a favorite girl. Everyone would enjoy a perfect Sunday on Mother’s Day, the smell of honeysuckle slowly drifting in from the surrounding wooded area. The Blue Sky and the big clouds that drifted by momentarily blocking out the warm sun.
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