My memories of Gary go back to my earliest years. We were very excited to travel to Salt Lake City to have dinner at their home, a home that probably only Alan and Terry remember. We drove in the old green Plymouth up Highway 89 through every community and stop light from Spanish Fork to Salt Lake. We were similar in age so we wrestled and played with every toy in his toy box and he had a vast range of toys in comparison. We continued in this. One week when we were about seven years, Gary came and spent the week in Spanish Fork with our family. Terry went and spent the week in Salt Lake with Gayleen Garrick. I was thrilled to have Gary roam our farm, feed cows, check the goats, admire our canal, and every other event. Gary was ready to go home at the end of the event and I was ready for him to stay longer. Every Sproul holiday was enjoyable and especially at the Garrick home. On Christmas we always enjoyed the new toys at the Garrick home to include a vibrating football game. When weather cooperated at Thanksgiving it was basketball in their driveway. On the fourth of July at Provo, it was the Sproul family softball game at Center Park. We sat together at the missionary farewell for Angus and Rella Sproul as they departed for their mission to Missouri. We drifted apart as we became adults and about the only contact then was at funerals, Grandpa Sproul and Grandma Sproul. My childhood memories are very fond with Gary.
