Floyd N. Hutton

Of the things I remember about my uncle Floyd two stand out.

When I was little and I stayed overnight at my grandparent's house I was fascinated by Floyd's old bedroom. This is because it contained what must have been a hundred trophies that Floyd won by riding and racing motorcycles. I had never seen so many trophies in one place.

The other thing from my childhood I remember was that Floyd entered a raffle and won a pony. The pony came with a saddle and bridle and...

Dear family of Floyd, I am sorry to hear of his death. Floyd sat across from me and behind me in many classes in high school, and I loved him like a brother.
He was a big tease and he so enjoyed
embarrasing me or making me laugh.
We were country kids and proud of it.
I'm sorry we lived so far apart or hadn't kept in touch over the years.
Our sincere sympathy to all of you.
Gladys and Rick Duncan