I know it gets to the point where you are either too sick or too old and you die, but I am going to miss talking to Uncle Cliff. He always had a bunch of stories to tell about scrapes he and my Dad got into. He probably was the cause of the fights. I don't think Cliff backed down.
My Dad had an old car that he would go 4 wheeling in. Uncle Cliff said they would drive up Big Cottonwood Canyon and then follow logging trails and push the old car through the streams. They would end up in Park City. Uncle Cliff said my Dad let him tag along on his capers with friends.
Uncle Cliff will be telling tales in Heaven with his family, he always did. There is a huge reunion going on.
Uncle Cliff was born October 25, 1923 in Tetonia Idaho. He died May 28, 2009 in Murray, Utah of Acute Luekemia.
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I loved your tribute to Uncle Cliff. I especially love the pictures. Is that Grandpa on the truck? Do you have any more pictures of Grandpa and his siblings? It's fun to see him when he was young.
I always loved listening to the funny stories told by Uncle Clifford and the Hathaway brothers. And I LOVE Uncle Cliff's treasures.
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