My father was born on April 2, 1927, in Cedar City, Utah. Cedar was a small, dusty town of less than 2,000 with corduroy roads; it was only a few years before the Great Depression would wipe out my grandfather's business, and change our family's fortunes, as it did to many. Read More...

This is a story about my father: his death, his life. Thirty-six years ago, on December 7, 1971, my father died.
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It was the summer before my 12th year.  It was after the separation but before the remarriage. The divorce was not yet final.

My nerves were high, my stomach was low and I was not eating much.
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