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Eldridge Hutcheson Jr. - Class Of 1952
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Mr. O.E. “Hutch” Hutcheson, Jr. of Atlanta passed away Monday, June 4, 2012. Mr. Hutcheson graduated from College Park High School in 1952, served in the U.S. Navy Reserve 4 years and retired from Delta Airlines in 1985 with 32 years of service. He was a member of Ben Hill Masonic Lodge #674, Scottish Rite Freemasonry (32°), South Fulton Shrine Club. He served as Imperial Potentates Aide 1985-86, Yaarab Temple Potentates Aide 1990. He also served as Ambassador at large of Yaarab Temple from 1973 until 1984. Mr. Hutcheson was also a member of the Delta Pioneers and Shriners. He is survived by his wife, Eleanor Smith Hutcheson of Atlanta; sons, Steve Hutcheson of Monroe; Greg Hutcheson and wife, Patricia of Oxford; daughter, Michael Karen Hutcheson of Loganville; first wife, Gwendolyn M. Hutcheson of Monroe; brother, J. Wayne Hutcheson and wife, Joyce of Senoia; grandchildren, Rachael Smith, Benjamin Smith, Levi Smith, Nathan Hutcheson, Zachary Hutcheson, Erica Hutcheson; nephew, Randy Hutcheson of Griffin and brother-in-law, Edwin L. Smith and his wife , Marty of Vinings, GA. The funeral service was held Friday, June 8, 2012 in the Chapel of Parrott Funeral Home with Mr. Gene Bracewell, Chaplain Ray MacMahon and Chaplain John Woody officiated. Interment followed at Westview Cemetery with Ben Hill Masonic Lodge #674 F&AM officiating. Those wishing may send an online condolence at www.parrottfuneralhome.com. In lieu of flowers it was requested that donations be made to the Shriners Hospital for Children (www.shrinershospitalforchildren.org)
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Lee Ann Hutcheson (Campbell) (1970)
Ray MacMahon (1951)
Hutch and I decided to climb down the steep side of Stone Mountain and explore the carving. We were confident we could do this as all teenagers are immortal as any of them will tell you. We climbed over the fence, sat down on the rock and began to work our way down the mountain. There is a type of grey moss which grows on the mountain that appears dry and withered but is not. When crushed by a persons weight it becomes like butter and is as slick as glass. We both began to slide down the rock face, unable to stop. We spread ourselves on our backs so as to put as much surface friction against the mountain as possible. Still,we continued to ooze down the rock until Hutch, who was to my right, was able to stop by placing his foot on a tiny, one inch ledge in the rock. He reached out his left hand and caught my right hand and pulled me over as I slid by until I could get my foot on the ledge. We followed the ledge, which angled up the mountain, and got back to the top. He saved my life that day. We never tried anything like that again though we did some really crazy stuff later.Ray MacMahon