Michael Owen Hill

Mike was a good friend in junior high and high school. We participated in band, football, track and had many classes together. I have fond memories of him as a hard worker, intelligent and kind friend.

It's with great sadness that I just became aware that Mike Hill had passed on. The last time I saw Mike was over 50 years ago, but his character and personality left a lasting impression on me. Ike and Thelma were our neighbors in Finley in the 60's. Mike's sister, Glinette, was like a best friend and we rode our horses together nearly every day. The Hill home was like a second home to me. I have such fond memories of Mike, just a couple of years older than us. He was friendly, mature and hard working, always doing something around the house to help his dad maintain the orchards on the property. He was always there to help when anyone needed anything. It's with great sadness that I learn Mike passed on at such an early age.

My deepest condolences go out to Glinette and to all of Mike's loved ones. He was truly a very special person.

Mike was the ranger on San Miguel Island during my seasonal posting in the Fall of 1979.
He was an extraordinary person; intelligent, artistic, engaging, courageous, highly skilled at his work, generous with his vast knowledge and always encouraging.

Mike was a person with great integrity who held high personal standards and deep convictions and who also welcomed dialogue with those holding different views. A strong man. A kind man.

I am fortunate to have known Mike and to have had him as a mentor.
His gifts have stayed with me these many years.
I'm a better person for having known you, Mike.

Mike left a lovely legacy as the first ranger stationed on San Miguel Island, CA.

To the family of Michael Owen Hill,
Michael's father and my father were brothers. I am the oldest child of Edgar Paul Hill. I have many happy memories as young child of spending time at the home of his parents Uncle Jiggs and Auntie Thelma. Each time we went over I would ask to try to ride the bicycle because I did not have one. I remember falling down one time. When I kissed the dirt road I ended up having a dirty,
bloody, skinned knee. I was ready to give up when Michael said "Just one more time. I was helped up and I got back on the bicycle and I succeeded in riding it for the first time. I still have my victory scars to this day.
I also remember how proud the family was when he enlisted in the Marine Corps and how beautifully he played the trumpet. His example of service to our country is one of the reasons I enlisted and served in the US Army from 1972-1974. I am sorry that after my marriage I lost contact with Michael. In reading over his obituary I noticed that he was a superintendent of Mount Timpanogos Caves which is about 45 minutes from where I currently live.
From our family to Michael's family may you treasure the wonderful memories of his life, rejoice in the service to his country as a solder and a National Park Service Ranger, to his contributions to the great State of Texas his service to his community by feeding the hungry through Meals on Wheels. Most of all his service will ring through the trees and the lives of the students that he touched while serving as a volunteer Band Director for the junior high and high school. He truly touched the future when he taught. Your family is in our thoughts and prayers.
In deepest sympathy Sylvia Hill (Kent) Joyce Hill (Aunt) Lillian Valley, Linda Molloy, and Violet Bent.

Sorry to hear of this great loss. He was a great classmate. Thoughts and prayers for the family.

Mike touched so many lives including mine. A positive influence in my early days as a Park Ranger and now he will be sorely missed.

A MARINE COMES HOME.

Few, earn the title "United States Marine".
Once earned, they are Marines Forever.

When they die, their Honor clean, they stand before Heavens Gate and see two signs, Eternal Peace and Marines.
Below Marines is a path, the Marine follows the Path to a Quonset Hut, knocks Three Times and enters.
Behind a table stand two Marines, Colonel Lewis B. Puller and Sergeant Major Dan Daly.
The SgtMaj hands the Marine a Quill Pen and Bottle of Red Black Ink, he signs his name to the Duty Roster, after which his Heavenly Robes fade replaced by Standard Marine Corps issue.

The Marine Smiles, does a right face and out the Hatch to the Yellow Footprints to Muster as The USMC Devil Dog Division.

The Marines purpose is clear, to fight the forces of evil for all eternity under the command of the ultimate Commander-In-Chief GOD ALMIGHTY....

"By The Grace Of God,
And A Few Marines,
It's Good To Be Home".

Semper Fi Mike....

Dutch...........