Arthur Anthony Anderson

My late husband Gordy Amundson was "best friends" with him. They would talk on the phone periodically and would just take off where they left off. Gordy remembered driving him to Chicago to potentially join the Bears, which didn't actually happen. They were dear friends since growing up in Wahpeton.

What an all-around great guy! As a student at Clairemont High I have only fond memories of this kind man. He was a great coach and he even helped me when my father had a heart attack the summer after I graduated. Clairemont High was an amazing school to attend in the 1970's because of all the excellent teachers and staff.

Leroy Dodson coaching memories of Tony at Celebration of life.

From the day I first stepped foot on Clairemont High School campus, Coach Art was a man that everyone knew. He was passionate, well liked and looked up to. Coach took me under his wing after the football season of my sophomore year. He would pick me up every morning and take me to school so that I could run 4 miles before classes started. Back then 2 workouts per day was not the norm. But Coach believed in that level of intensity. It is what took me from a 4:53 mile to running a 4:16 mile in...

This is a quiet and reflective moment for me. I have guided Families through death as the culmination of Life's Experience. I now have 40 years of medical experience doing so, however, this is personal and quite different.

I had reached out to my Clairemont High School BFF Bruce Storrs in hope of seeing Art.

What was never discussed is Art Anderson was my Track Coach at Hale Junior High School. It was his first assignment before CHS. I was blessed to be the top...

Tony was my dad's high school teammate and lifelong friend. They spent their adult lives half a country apart but never lost that bond formed in Wahpeton. Dad passed a few years ago, so I'm sure they're together again, not "resting in peace" but dominating the heavenly courts. Note that today, March 11 2021, is the 67th anniversary of the 1954 state basketball tournament that they won together.

When I think of all the self help books, meditations, the searches for inner peace, I find a pattern that leads to the thing this man owned: Acceptance. I grew up around the corner, his ferociously unique and brilliant daughter my very best friend since we were tots. My house was orderly, clean, scheduled, full of love. The Anderson's? Chaotic, colorful, mudpie splattered artwork on the outside walls, blue pancakes for dinner, kids barking, dogs singing, full of love. Elaine would scurry to...

Coach Anderson had that voice, everyone who played football and ran track will never forget his booming voice over the football field and the track at CHS, encouraging us to play smarter and run a little faster. Will never forget on warm spring afternoon before a track meet Coach was sitting against the south goal post at CHS and several of us wondered over and sat down. Someone asked about Coach's NFL career and he pulled a worn yellow newspaper article out of his wallet. He let us all...