I would like to tell about some real survivors, not those pampered folks on TV who leave their secure homes to play in some jungle and hope to win a lot of money, but people who really not only survived but prospered in the worst of conditions.
Where was this terrible place that these people survived? Park City of the '40s, '50s and early '60s. Then, Park City was not the apple of the world's eye but more like the armpit. It was a ghost town, with rows of vacant houses on every street. The people who remained were largely those who couldn't afford to leave.
The children of these families knew what it was like to live through abuse, alcoholism and a variety of social ills. They felt the pangs of hunger and want. They knew what it was like to wear rags.
In 1968, 23 of these kids, without a chance, managed to graduate from Park City High School. I was among that group, and on the 25th of May I went to a reunion. I found a group that included professionals, scientists, lawyers, CPAs, engineers, educators, managers, and those working in law enforcement. I congratulate them. They have shown that this is still the land of opportunity.
Robert Guy Stanton
Fruit Heights