Holly Rudd Anderson 01-27-52 ~ 02-17-04

Dear family and friends,

It has been six years--coming up to the day that my brothers, sister and I lost our mom. We have been strong. We accept that she has moved on to more important things and are happy for her. At times we miss her of course and prefer not to dwell on things of the past but find it healthy to take a moment every now and again to reflect on the happy memories we have been afforded. This leads me to the point for which I am writing you this note. Because life is moving forward and memories begin to distance themselves, it becomes hard to remember the unique attributes and characteristics that makes someone so special. Of the few times over the past six years that I have been able to spend with grandpa and grandma, my favorite question has been to ask, “Can you please tell me a story about my mom?” I loved to see their faces light up and an ensuing funny, exciting, mischievous story that so described my mom. For a moment I feel like I remember something that I had forgotten. When tragedy happens, to move on you try to forget the hopelessly despairing recollections and with that seems to drift some of the priceless memories that allow someone to live on.
More for my siblings but also for myself, I wanted to ask you to take a moment of your time and write down a memory about my mom. I know people ask this and sometimes you might say to yourself, “Give it a rest” or “that’s so cliche’” to be doing this but it would mean so much to me and I know my siblings that I couldn’t help but ask.
Aunt, sister, cousin, friend, whatever she was to you connects you with us. And with the way our lives continue to forge their way into the future, leaving behind the past, I am afraid that now is no better time to ask this favor of you. On February 17, 2010 I am going to have put together a blogspot with entries from family and friends with pictures, music--including songs that Kevan, Kris, and I have written, poems, etc. as a place where my siblings and I can go when those moments come where we feel like we want to be closer. She left a little early. I have a lot of moments where I want her to be there to congratulate me for achievements I have made or something to laugh at that I know she would understand. She was one of the closest people I have had in my life and one that I wouldn’t have to say anything and she’d understand. A mom is an important person you’d hope would never leave and would be there forever. And she is. I am happy she is where she is.
So, if you would please do me a favor and write just something--it can be anything, you would help me to give something irreplaceable to my family and I know they would appreciate it more than you would know. If you have any pictures that you could download, we always love to see those.
We (the Anderson’s) have been blessed with so many good family members and have more than we could possibly have asked for. I would like to thank you beforehand for your time. I really hope that you and your family are doing well. I am proud to be a Rudd--we are blessed to have had Sam and Marge in our lives and such a great link to keep us together. I’ll miss our reunions but remember the good times.


May this site be dedicated to the memory of a loved one who brought happiness into the lives of those around her. Holly Rudd Anderson came into this world January 27, 1952 to Sam and Marge Rudd. The sister of four, mother of six, aunt, and friend to many more, Holly became known a breath of fresh air. One who understood the needs of others and was always willing to be a listening ear. She always loved a good mischievous endeavor--anything to get a rise out of someone. She loved cars, clothes and loved being the center of attention. Her relationship with her sisters was inspiring and an example to anyone who observed. Many trips, lunches, and days out strengthened their bond and is something that will be missed by all. For the visitors of this site: if you have anything that you would like to express--memories, pictures, thoughts to the children, sisters, or those who loved Holly, or anything else--please send them to tanderson@hspest.com.

From: Nancy Rudd Acquisto

This is so hard for me to even write down just a memory of your mother. I have so many favorite ones and so many to chose from. So this is what I am going to do. I am going to put down just the title of the memory and maybe some of you or all of you will remember that same memory. I am also going to put down a few of my favorite memories of us as children if that is o.k. So here goes. Whenever I think of my sister Holly there is always a smile on my face most of the time. The reason for this is she could make me laugh no matter of what was going on in my life or hers. Oh what great times we had growing up all of the childhood memories of being on our farm. Those times that we would run away if we got into trouble by Grandma or mad at one of the other sisters. We would go into the Chicken coop that was empty at the time. We would get the feed bags that were empty and lay them down on the ground for our beds. Oh how we would be so determined that we were going to stay there over night. Well by the time it was getting dark or cold we would look at each other and say I want to go home. So we would pick up the bags put them back where we got them and got back into the house. It seemed like almost every Saturday you would find me and your mom sitting in the corner looking at the walls because we had gotten into trouble. We did not like to clean the house so we would give your poor little Grandma problems. We just wanted to play or of course some of the times we were there because we were either fighting with Aunt Char or Aunt Kristie. You would have thought that we would learn after a few weeks but no not us we were slow learners. Well as we got older Grandma would let us stay up really late on the weekends. Oh how we loved to watch Wrestling, or Nightmare. We thought we were so grown up and almost every week we would make homemade custard and eat it was we watched t.v. When I was able to drive I encouraged your mother to go with me up to see my boyfriend instead of going to Mutual. So almost every Wed. night we would tell Grandma goodbye and she thought that we were being such good girls and off we would go into Salt Lake. Well that was before the freeway was even built so we had to go on the main streets. I think that we were only able to be with my boyfriend for a few minutes and then we would go back. It was great until the day that we got caught. Your mom's Mutual teacher called Grandma up and said how sad she was that your mother wasn't coming to Mutual. Now can't you just see your Grandma saying this "Oh she is going every week her and Nancy leave just in time to enjoy visiting with their friends before Mutual starts are you sure she isn't going. Well then Sister Johnson says that your mom hasn't been there for awhile. Well we got caught and grounded for a few weeks and that ended my trips up to my boyfriends in Salt Lake. I always felt bad as I got older and served in the Young Woman's thinking about how I wasn't that good of an example to your mom back then. One time though on a Friday night your mom and I had to go up to our Grandma Rudd's to take care of our Great Grandma as our Grandma was out of town. Aunt Char was living there with our Grandma but had some place to go. So your mom and I went up there. First we stopped off to see our Cousins Wes and Terri. After we watched them fight we got in the car to go over to our Grandma's we were stopped at the light on 39th S. and 23rd East. I thought that I saw the light turn green and started to go. Well it was yellow on the other side and smack we were hit by another car that was speeding. Our car almost went around in a complete circle my door flew open and I was starting to fall out your mom grabbed my arm and pulled me back in. She broke off the gearshift with her leg she got hurt pretty bad because of that. It was kind of funny though because when the ambulance came they took the other boys that were in theother car and the one driver was our Uncle Jack he just left us there. So we tried to call our parents but they were out for the night. We then called our Uncle Cal and he took us to the Hospital. You mom had a horrible leg for a few weeks. She saved my life that night because of grabbing me. To think that we were doing the right thing when it happened was amazing for us. I could go on for hours at a time going over all of the crazy things we did as kids. Of course I have the wonderful memories of us being adults. All of the times we stayed with you guys when we lived in Calif. Then when we moved up here the times we would watch the Jazz play in the playoffs how your mom and I would run upstairs as the score got closer at the end of the game. We would go to the top of the stairs and listen we just could not handle being down there to watch it. Then of course those crazy times of spying on your dad. We knew for sure that one day we would become famous for being P.I.'s. With our costumes of course they were fun days. Then there were the sister's trips to Vegas and how your mom loved to gamble. She was in heaven then. I would love to watch her when she won but it was not a pretty site when she lost. We had great times on our cruises and I will always cherish those times. Oh how I miss that cute little woman who could make you laugh over the silliest things. Thanks for letting us all remember just how much we love her and miss her. She is one of a kind who had a great big heart and gave us so much joy.

Love you Mims.

Nancy
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