Marge and I and Dave & Jackie and Nathan in Green River for Memorial Day

The old depot at Green River has been turned into a working building for freight train crews. Passenger trains no longer pass through or stop. I am standing in front of a diesel unit ready to pull a freight train with about 120 cars behind. Green River was once the most important UPRR center between Omaha and Ogden. No longer. When the steam engine was discarded in favor of diesel the town (then about 3,000) shut down. But, now the town as a population of about 12,000 and most of the residents work in various mines to the west of town, i.e. trona and other catalytic minerals are mined. Below are David, Nathan and I in front of the same train.

This is the home where I was born. It is located on the north side of town on the street which fronts along the rail road. I can even remember the two large pine trees when I was very young so you can get some idea of their age. The fence is new and the house is a different color.

Near the "River View Cemetery" are various and unique rock formations. Below I am standing in a canyon to the east of the Cemetery. This is a spot that has an interesting story. When I was about 1 and 1/2 years old my brother was 6 and 1/2. We had a pet Magpie bird that died and my brother wanted to bury the bird. So he told our mother he and I and a neighbor boy and his little brother (about the same ages) were going to find a spot and bury the bird. She envisioned that we would go to the back yard and dig a hole. Not the case. My brother made a lunch of sandwiches using bread, raw bacon and lots of mustard. He and his friend then prceeded to carry us little guys piggy back style and they hiked about 3 miles up past the cemetery and into the canyon where I am standing. When we couldn't be located mother and dad called the police and went looking. On a whim they went to the cemetery (I guess thinking that we wanted to bury the bird in the cemetery). It was only by chance that we were spotted.

Hiking and looking for caves was a favorite of mine when I was older.

Next is a photograph of David, Nathan and I at my parents graves. As David says, we are 4 generations of Andersons.

Here's a view of the cemetery expanding east through the canyon where we buried the bird.

Below Marge, David, Jackie and Nathan are at my parents graves.



Below I am placing some large roses on the graves which were delivered by a florist engaged by Griz and Rusty. The roses were very large and beautiful. Marge and I brought some colorful red and yellow flowers. Earlier in the day before we arrived my cousin Patricia Fenton McWhorter put some flowers on the graves.

We also visited the graves of Charles Henry Fenton and Alice Boyd Fenton - my grandparents. Charles died in 1931 before I was born. Alice died in 1942 of stomach cancer. I remember her because she stayed in our home at the the east end of town for her last few months of life.

The famous Castle Rock below!

East of Green River there is an area called Scott's Bottom. It is a park on the river where my father and I frequently went fishing. We caught lots of cat fish.

Scott's Bottom below.

The view across the river and Scott's Bottom.