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Richard Hickman recalls:

(1996 John Hyrum & Annie Charlotte Eliason Anderson Family Reunion)
My brother and sister and I had the opportunity to spend some time with Grandpa (John Hyrum) and Grandma (Annie Charlotte) Anderson on a few visits during the summer vacations in the early 1930's when I was 5 to 10 years old. They had a large vegetable garden in back of the house, and beyond that a barn with chickens running around the barnyard. Grandpa introduced us to two huge (I wasn't very tall then) horses named Brownie and Charlie, and let us gather eggs from the hens' nests. Grandpa worked in his store on Main Street most of the time, and let us dip into the candy jar when we visited. One year I was allowed to help the delivery boy deliver groceries to customers' homes in a horse- drawn wagon. I remember seeing Grandpa riding his bicycle to the store—very sedately, of course. He was one of the most dignified men I have ever seen. His presence always seemed to command attention and respect and I felt privileged when he would spend time with me alone. On one such occasion we went fishing on a small lake near 'Logan Canyon. I can't remember going fishing before that time. On one visit I had the great good fortune of going to Yellowstone Park with Grandpa and Merrill. We camped by the lake, and caught quite a few fish. Grandpa seemed to know everything there was to know about fishing. We saw the bears being fed in the evening by the park rangers, and Grandpa seemed to have an endless supply of bear stories to tell. Grandpa's great devotion to religion and the Church was exemplified in the ritual of evening prayers each night before bedtime. Everyone present would kneel as Grandpa would offer a prayer appropriate to the current conditions. I had little trouble believing that he was in communication with God. Grandma Anderson was one of the sweetest, most caring persons I have known. She was always cheerful and seemed to take a special interest in each other grandchildren. She always found time for personal chats, usually with cookies, in spite other many household chores. I saw Grandma on laundry day one time working in the wash house (shanty) with tubs of steaming hot water and strong smelling soap. She was being helped by my mother (Luella) and Aunt Marie that day, but it still looked like hard work. I always felt somewhat sad when our visits would come to an end, but I think grandma was saddest of all. She always cried when it was time for us to leave.
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