Michon and I met in the fall of 1970 in 11th grade typing class and I was immediately drawn to her irreverent, vivacious manner. She took me under her wing and we became fast friends. We shared a love of music and travel. On weekends we used to drive to Fort Walton to visit friends of hers; she and her family had lived there prior to moving to Panama City. Her father, Bruce, was in the Air Force, and they had lived in many places as had I. Michon and I sang our hearts out in the car to 8 track tapes of the great albums of the day: Crosby, Stills, and Nash, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Carole King, the Allman Brothers, Frank Zappa, Joni Mitchell, Cat Stevens, to name just a few. We were both happiest on the road.
The following spring I moved in with her family for a few months and in the summer Michon and I started working the breakfast shift at the Holiday Inn on the beach, and soon left for the better money of the dinner shift at Angelo's Steak House. We saved up for a trip to drive up the East Coast and visit some of my family in Washington, D.C. where my father got us tickets to see the Broadway production of "Hair" at the National Theatre and the next night we saw Sly and the Family Stone play live on the Washington National Monument Mall. From there we drove on to New England before circling back through Cincinnati to visit my aunt where we went to the drive-in movies and saw "Love Story" weeping while my aunt rolled her eyes.
Six months later I moved to Boston and in with some friends we'd met on that summer trip in January 1972. I only saw Michon once after that, a few years later, in Virginia, soon after she'd had her first child. But we got back in touch about 20 years ago by which time she had been living in Maine for years and had four children. Her husband, Richard, was in treatment for brain cancer. She invited me to meet her in Panama City for the 30th BHS Reunion but I was, sadly, unable to come. And I am thinking of her so much now that I am able to come to my first reunion, our 50th, wishing she could be here with us.
Michon lost her brother, Brett, very young and then her brother, Dirk, her mother, Hoppy, and her father, Bruce. I am sure that those profound losses heightened her appreciation for the gift of life. I am attaching a copy of her obituary. Rest in Peace, dear Michon. Thank you for your love and all that you gave.
Julie Raynor, Panama City Beach, September 2, 2022
HONOLULU, HAWAII & FORT FAIRFIELD, ME – Michon F. Hoyt, 61, formerly of Fort Fairfield, died August 18, 2015 at her residence in Honolulu surrounded by her four children. She was born January 5, 1954, in Washington, D.C., the daughter or Bruce Adams and Ursula Humphries. Michon attended school in Panama City, FL, and worked for 30 years as a supervisor in media research for Burrelles and retired in 2012. She was an 18-year benevolent member of Elks Lodge #1954. She will be remembered for her quick wit, unconditional love, ability to see the good in everyone, and her love of animals. She is survived by her children, Alexia Hoyt and Rob Cowett of Presque Isle, Rici Hoyt of Presque Isle, Brett Modjahedpour of Virginia, and Tomis Hoyt of Hawaii; step-son, Michael Stevens of Ellsworth, ME; seven grandchildren; a sister-in-law, Selena Hoyt Belser (James) of Pulaski, NY; and a brother-in-law, David Hoyt of Oviedo, FL. She was predeceased by her husband of many years, Richard S. Hoyt IV; mother, Ursula Humpries; father, Bruce Adams; and two brothers, Brett and Dirk Adams. In keeping with Michon’s wishes, her children held a celebration of her life in Hawaii. Those who wish may contribute in memory of Michon to the Central Aroostook Humane Society.
Julie Raynor
Michon and I met in the fall of 1970 in 11th grade typing class and I was immediately drawn to her irreverent, vivacious manner. She took me under her wing and we became fast friends. We shared a love of music and travel. On weekends we used to drive to Fort Walton to visit friends of hers; she and her family had lived there prior to moving to Panama City. Her father, Bruce, was in the Air Force, and they had lived in many places as had I. Michon and I sang our hearts out in the car to 8 track tapes of the great albums of the day: Crosby, Stills, and Nash, Pink Floyd, King Crimson, Carole King, the Allman Brothers, Frank Zappa, Joni Mitchell, Cat Stevens, to name just a few. We were both happiest on the road.
The following spring I moved in with her family for a few months and in the summer Michon and I started working the breakfast shift at the Holiday Inn on the beach, and soon left for the better money of the dinner shift at Angelo's Steak House. We saved up for a trip to drive up the East Coast and visit some of my family in Washington, D.C. where my father got us tickets to see the Broadway production of "Hair" at the National Theatre and the next night we saw Sly and the Family Stone play live on the Washington National Monument Mall. From there we drove on to New England before circling back through Cincinnati to visit my aunt where we went to the drive-in movies and saw "Love Story" weeping while my aunt rolled her eyes.
Six months later I moved to Boston and in with some friends we'd met on that summer trip in January 1972. I only saw Michon once after that, a few years later, in Virginia, soon after she'd had her first child. But we got back in touch about 20 years ago by which time she had been living in Maine for years and had four children. Her husband, Richard, was in treatment for brain cancer. She invited me to meet her in Panama City for the 30th BHS Reunion but I was, sadly, unable to come. And I am thinking of her so much now that I am able to come to my first reunion, our 50th, wishing she could be here with us.
Michon lost her brother, Brett, very young and then her brother, Dirk, her mother, Hoppy, and her father, Bruce. I am sure that those profound losses heightened her appreciation for the gift of life. I am attaching a copy of her obituary. Rest in Peace, dear Michon. Thank you for your love and all that you gave.
Julie Raynor, Panama City Beach, September 2, 2022
HONOLULU, HAWAII & FORT FAIRFIELD, ME – Michon F. Hoyt, 61, formerly of Fort Fairfield, died August 18, 2015 at her residence in Honolulu surrounded by her four children. She was born January 5, 1954, in Washington, D.C., the daughter or Bruce Adams and Ursula Humphries.
Michon attended school in Panama City, FL, and worked for 30 years as a supervisor in media research for Burrelles and retired in 2012. She was an 18-year benevolent member of Elks Lodge #1954. She will be remembered for her quick wit, unconditional love, ability to see the good in everyone, and her love of animals.
She is survived by her children, Alexia Hoyt and Rob Cowett of Presque Isle, Rici Hoyt of Presque Isle, Brett Modjahedpour of Virginia, and Tomis Hoyt of Hawaii; step-son, Michael Stevens of Ellsworth, ME; seven grandchildren; a sister-in-law, Selena Hoyt Belser (James) of Pulaski, NY; and a brother-in-law, David Hoyt of Oviedo, FL.
She was predeceased by her husband of many years, Richard S. Hoyt IV; mother, Ursula Humpries; father, Bruce Adams; and two brothers, Brett and Dirk Adams.
In keeping with Michon’s wishes, her children held a celebration of her life in Hawaii. Those who wish may contribute in memory of Michon to the Central Aroostook Humane Society.
Roy Howard
What a lovely tribute, Julie. Those days were glory days and I, like you, enjoyed Michon's company.