By: Ardis E. Parshall - January 22, 2014 I started school in 1965, in a subdivision in the south end of the Salt Lake Valley. It was pretty much a “Leave It to Beaver,” “Father Knows Best” kind of world – children of the Baby Boom spilled out of every house on the street, so many that our ward comprised three or four blocks, and the elementary school a block away served, I think, only two wards. The kids I went to school with w...
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