Milton A. Anderson, a life-long resident of Murray, Utah, passed away Monday\r\nevening, November 26, 2018 in Murray following a family gathering to show love and support\r\nfor him. Dad was born in Murray on June 9, 1916 to Alfred and Anna Anderson. He was\r\nthe 7th of 8 children. Dad grew up during difficult times with the entire family working in\r\nthe family garden and elsewhere to support the family. At 8 years of age, he delivered\r\nwater to workers thinning sugar beets. Later he worked summers assisting sheep\r\nherders watch and protect the sheep.\r\n\r\nDad and his friends would run, play and swim in the Jordan River West of their\r\nhome. He said he went all summer without his shoes and shirt. The whole family\r\nwalked to work, school and church. His parents never owned a car.\r\nFinally, the oldest son was able to purchase a car. His father, Alfred, worked at\r\nthe Murray Smelter at 53rd South and State. For health reasons he had to retire early.\r\nThis made the family farm very important to the Anderson family. They raised\r\nvegetables. His oldest brother, Irvin, had chickens. They raised a pig each year and\r\nhad a cow for milk. A well provided fresh, cold water and served as their fridge. A\r\n2-hole outhouse was a chilling trip on a cold winter night.\r\n\r\nBefore his senior year, dad went to Zion National Park and worked at a CCC\r\ncamp. The money he earned was sent home and later used to pay for him to go to\r\nbarber school. He started barbering in Murray at 4892 So. State. In 1938 he married\r\nMargaret Miller, also of Murray. Shortly after their marriage, he bought the barber shop\r\nand it became Milt's Barber Shop. Over the years he became a successful owner with\r\ntwo additional barbers working for him.\r\n\r\nBeing located across from the old Murray City Hall and Fire Station, he became a\r\nvolunteer fireman for the city. He continued both jobs until 1967 when he joined the\r\ncity's full time fire department from which he retired in 1980. Dad said, as a new young\r\nbarber he was shy as he went one-on-one with customers in his chair. Over the next 30\r\nyears this shyness went away. He decided that his customer was always the most\r\nimportant person around and got him to open up and talk about himself. Over time he became good friends with each of them.\r\n\r\nEventually dad was able to talk to anybody, anytime about anything. He had his\r\nstories to tell and was always willing to share them. Later in life as he met and started\r\ntalking to new people, his family would usually look at each other and smile and step\r\nback and listen. Although we had heard the stories before, it was always fun to see if it\r\nwas the same or different. A lot of the time, if different, there was a brief discussion\r\nasking ourselves if we had finally heard it right. We were always grateful for the many\r\npeople who graciously shared their time talking and listening to a retired barber sharing\r\nwhat we called his 'barber and life' stories.\r\n\r\nBesides working long hours barbering and the shift work as a fireman, dad had\r\nmany interests and things to do. As a young man he was active with his childhood\r\nfriends. They fished, hunted pheasants and deer together for many years. As their\r\nfamilies grew older, the 12-year-olds were allowed to join in. Traveling down to Fish\r\nLake for the opening of fishing season each year was the "Big Event". The camp was\r\nset up at the west end of the lake. Early on opening day, everyone would walk east on\r\nthe south side of the lake to fish from the shore. Fishing was great and everyone went\r\nhome with loads of fish (within the allowable limits -- most of the time).\r\n\r\nSome years later one of dad's better customers (he had 4 sons) suggested that\r\nhe should find something more active to do. The customer was Mick Riley, the golf pro\r\nat Meadowbrook Golf Course. Dad followed up in Mick's suggestion and went out and\r\nbought golf clubs. 'If you have them, use them!' Dad enjoyed 40-50 years of being out\r\nwith the family and friends on the golf courses. Mother even started and played with\r\nhim. Golf was a wonderful addition to dad's life. Over many years of his retirement (30)\r\nhe usually played 9 holes, 4-5 days a week with his buddies. As a visitor to his group\r\nand playing with dad and 2 others, I often realized I was playing with 3 partners over 90\r\nyears of age who were thoroughly enjoying their outings.\r\n\r\nThe last time golfing, dad (age 95 by then) created some excitement at Meadowbrook.\r\nOn the tee box of the 18th hole, he passed out in the golf cart. This event caused concern, \r\nbut fortunately without a major issue. In golf terms, perhaps it was just a mulligan.\r\n\r\nBesides rejoining our mother, dad's wife of 77 years, there will be his parents, all\r\nhis siblings and their spouses and several nieces and nephews. Dad is survived by his 3 children: Allen (Leah), RaNae (Noel) Catto and Jeff. He is blessed with 5 grandchildren and 8 great-grandchildren.\r\n\r\nOn Saturday, December 8, 2018, following an 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. viewing at Jenkins-Soffe Mortuary, 4760 South State Street, Murray, there will be a brief service and closing of the casket concluding with interment at the Murray City Cemetery.