Adventures on Anasazi Ave

Many... many moons ago I lived in a little town called Logandale. It is a quaint little town in the middle of the desert. {How I love the desert}. When I lived there it was a close-nit town with lots of kids. I'm going to take you on a walk down memory lane.... well... more like a walk down my street called Anasazi Ave.

We'll start at my house which happen to be the first house on our side of the street. We happen to move into a sea foam green house. Our family of 9 moved in and brought even more chaos to the street. We came in all ages so there was plenty of everything going on at my house. We never locked our door, and we often had extra kids at our house for dinner.... depending on what the mom's up an down the street were cooking.

Next house was a brown one, and really.... I'm not sure who lived there.

Now there were two boys in the next house, now they didn't actually live on Anasazi, but they were part of the crew so we'll throw in Jason and Justin. Jason was my age and I had a little crush on him probably the whole time we lived there. But, I think every girl my age had a little crush on Jason. Anyway... they had horses and a small basketball court. Jason taught me how to shoot a basketball. We would run through their yard every day to catch the bus. And Jason's mom only had one request.... DON'T EAT THE POMEGRANATES! She liked to make jelly with the fruit and didn't really like all the kids eating the perfect pomegranates. Confession.... every now and then I would grab one and run home. I just couldn't help myself!

And then the next house. They too had a boat load of kids. Some older girls and a couple boys. I remembering looking up to girls, I really like Emily and Tammy, they were always smiling and giggling. And the boys were younger than me but always funny. I remember Micheal was always cracking jokes. He was always with us when we would go and build our forts in the desert, or jumping the canal or something. He also had a pogo stick and a unicycle.... try as I might I never got it.The funny thing that I remember about their house is that I NEVER went in their front door. Not once... and I don't think they did either, humm... I always went through the garage door.

A couple more houses down was an older lady, Betty. She was really sweet and lived by herself. One year for Christmas we decided to doorbell ditch her and leave some goodies... Now all 7 of us had to go... that's just the way it was. So we go and leave the goodies and knock and run. {have you ever seen 7 kids from ages 13-5 try to run away quietly??? yeah, it doesn't happen} Well apparently she heard us but had no idea what was going on. So we knocked again. Nothing... we knew she was home... we kinda peeked in her window. So again we were going to ring the doorbell. This time we thought it would be best to have one person go up so my brother Hyrum was the chosen person. He went up to the door and go ready to knock... imagine our surprise when little miss Betty opened up the door before he could knock and and had a blow horn that she was blowing right in his face. We all took off down the street like banshees, leaving the goodies on the doorstep. We thought better next time than to ring the doorbell and run away... we would just hand her the goodies next time.

Another family on the street was actually bigger than ours. Due to a blended family I think they had 10 kids... and 2 Adams.... I just thought that was funny.

There was a a boy on our street... Brandon. He moved in about 2 years ofter we did... I did not care for him much.... he made fun of my nose. And then.... after we moved I came back to visit... he told me that my face grew into my nose.... yeah still bitter about that one.

There was a girl named Nadja on our street. She was nice and a cheerleader... I liked her we just had very different interests. Her mom was funny though, she really liked Neil Diamond.

I really like living there. We always had so much fun. The rule was when the street light comes on you come home.... yes you read that right... LIGHT. There was only on on our street, and it usually it didn't come on until a half hour after the sun went down. We would ride our bikes into the desert and climb he mesas. We would wait for the train to come and the conductor to throw candy. We would wash our feet in the irrigation ditch. We would dig holes in the desert {yeah I still laugh about that} and build forts in the salt trees. it is a good little town and looking back I'm so glad that we lived there.... even for the short time that we did.