Peter Dean Cammans

Dean and I were brothers together in Holiday, Utah.  Most of hia childhood wason the family farm of 5 1/2 acres.  Just enough to have a couple cows and horses.  There were chickens and fruit trees and a  huge front lawn on Highland Drive.  It was a place for a young boy to grow up.  Oh, the stories we could tell.  Dean was in his teens when I left home but restored our relationship later in life when he moved to California.  There are some more stories we could tell as we enjoyed golf together and cards (Skipbo).  I am missing him nearly ever day.  He became a real part of my life together with Linda.