Birth date: Oct 7, 1942 Death date: Apr 30, 2019
Alexander 'Sandy' P. Anderson, Jr. passed away on Tuesday, April 30, 2019 at the age of 76 years. In 1952, ten-year-old Sandy emigrated from Scotland with his parents Alexander (Alec) and Janet B (Jenny) Anderson and his brothers Read Obituary
Sandy and I were classmates and best friends at Warring School, Pok. NY. Went fishing, bowling, etc during 7th & 8th grades. Both lived on Lent St. Have many fond memories of Sandy and his family. Bill Howard…now80 and living in North Carolina.
Sandy, You were a great friend and help with my bonsai trees. God bless you and I will remember you in my prayers
I met Sandy through gardening and appreciated his knowledge, talent, skill and generosity, particularly with bonsai. His (and your) love of life was apparent in your landscape and in his miniature trees. I am sorry for your loss.
Sandy was a very giving fellow. When I brought my badly-behaving high school classes out to Millbrook Bonsai for visits, Sandy was a gracious host. Recognizing that introducing high schoolers in depth to the art of Bonsai might produce one (perhaps) future bonsai-ist from every thirty kids, he nonetheless gave a fully professional presentation. And this is the way I always found him. A foot smarter and more experienced than most of those around him, he was yet gracious and giving. Thus I remember his acceptance of my own amateur standing and lesser knowledge fondly. I miss and will continue to miss him. I hope the esteem in which we all hold Sandy’s memory will buoy Trudi in the years to come.
Andrew Mack, GMBS Treasurer
It is a deep sorrow to learn of Sandy’s passing on April 30th; gone far too soon. Our time goes back to the late 1950’s when we were hight school ‘sweethearts’ for awhile. He drove a black 1949 Mercury convertible. It was a massive car and he was so proud of it! Of course our lives diverged and he met the love of his life, Trudy. I saw him once again 9 years ago when he and Trudy attended a celebration of life and service for my Mother. He was the same Sandy: smart, funny, kind and sweet. His photo here is one of a man at peace with himself and the world...and a bit of a devilish look in the eye! Trudy, Sara, Josh and Janet, my heart and thoughts are with you all. I wish you peace and my very deepest sympathy.
Carol (Nevers) Curry
I first met Sandy in 2004. We relocated to Vermont and I was in search of fellow Bonsai people. My research told me of a Bonsai Club that was having a meeting at a local garden center. I went, and was approached and warmly welcomed by who I latter found out was Sandy. That started a WONDERFUL relationship. We became good friends and my knowledge of Bonsai increased whenever we talked. He helped me with my trees and with learning the ins and outs of Vermont. He gave freely and always had the answer.
I keep returning to this memorial page to read what others have to say. But to be honest, I think I return to see that wonderful picture of Sandy. It TOTALLY is the man I know, respect and will miss.
I feel honored to know his family and I am a far better person having spent some of the last 15 years with him.
Jay
Sandy and my husband David have been friends since high school. David and I got engaged by mail while he was still in Vietnam. Sandy, wanting to make sure his friend wasn't screwing up, drove all the way to Southeastern Ohio in a snazzy little sports car to check me out. While showing Sandy the sights in the old mining towns, we ended up driving down an alley that was higher in the middle than the car could handle, and we lost the muffler. Sandy was disgusted, but never lost his cool. Luckily, we found a garage that could repair it, and it was not long before a crowd of local boys gathered, big eyed, full of questions. So, while the car was being fixed, Sandy was in his element. No one in that part of Appalachia had seen anything like that car!
As a footnote, my mother couldn't understand why I wanted to marry David when there was such a cool guy as Sandy out there. His friendship, his wit, his ornery little boy smile will be sorely missed.
