Our Anderson family landscape seems to be changing way beyond our scope of our memory. It hurts. It buries all vestiges of childhood. Some of the last to get away were from me were playing in the backyard of your Sandy home when On a trip back to Utah from the East when I was 7 or 8, And, even way before that at your parent’s wedding reception when I was about two years old. I still remember the band and the sequined green or blue dresses and red hair - presumably your mom’s and bright happy faces. People dancing. That is the furthest back memory of my life. I described it to my parents only a few years before my dad died. They were astounded that I could recall that but confirmed the accuracy. . But in any event, that is my farthest back memory. Your mom and dads wedding reception.
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