Marc graduated from High School at Hillsboro, North Dakota in 1926.  He received one years training in commercial art in Minneapolis, Minnesota in 1927. He received a Degree in Art and Design from San Jose State Teachers College, San Jose, California 1928. He returned to Minneapolis to work in a department store.  He was laid off during the Depression and joined the U. S. Army 7 Oct 1934, assigned to the Cavalry at Fort Mead, South Dakota until 1936. He was in the Cavalry when they still rode horses, riding out of Fort Snelling, Minnesota "a thousand miles into the Dakotas, camping all the way.” From 1936-41 he was assigned to Fort Snelling, Minnesota. The Army discovered he was an artist and he became an Army artist, painting recruiting posters.  From about 1934 to 1954 he served as a cartographer and graphic artist and made plans & drawings for Army bridges and roads. He married Mary Isabel Moody in 1940 at Westminster Presbyterian Church, Minneapolis. Marc was assigned to Camp Crowder, Neosho, Missouri from 1941-43.  He was then assigned to a cavalry unit painting recruiting posters at Fort Snelling in Minneapolis in 1943 and remained there until it was closed in 1946. Their daughter Mary Elizabeth was born 1 Jul 1946 at Fort Snelling.  He was then assigned to the Army recruiting service in Minneapolis, and lived at 4220 16th Avenue South, Minneapolis. On 11 Mar 1950 he was sent to Sasebo, Japan, then to Korea, as a military map maker. From 1951-55 he was assigned to Durlach (near Karlsruhe), Germany. His family joined him there after one year and they spent 1952-55 living in Germany. Marc retired from Army Service with an Honorable Discharge after 20 years 8 months and 14 days as M/Sgt(T) (23 Sep 52)  RA 6 857 595.  He was discharged on 31 May 1955, at which time he was 5 feet 11 inches, weighed 165 pounds, and had black hair and brown eyes.  He graduated from the Famous Artists School, West Point, Connecticut in 1960.
After his retirement in 1955 he and his family moved to Dorset, Minnesota, winterized the Moody house on Big Sand Lake purchased by his wife's father on 4 November 1912, and lived there until it burned down on 10 November 1984. 
They then lived in an apartment at 110 1/2 North Main, Park Rapids from 1984 to 1987. After the death of his wife Mary Anderson in 1987 he moved to Minneapolis to a high rise apartment at Hennepin Avenue and 4th Street, across from the main library. Complications of diabetes forced him to move to Augustana Park Center Apartments, 1510 11th Avenue South, Minneapolis in about 1997. After his daughter Mary Wilson died in 1992, he was cared for by his son in law, Peter Wilson, until he moved to 11040 14th Avenue SW, Seattle, Washington 98146 in 1998 to be near his son Stephen who lived in Lynwood, Washington.  His only profession after his Army retirement was being an artist. He liked fine cross hatched ink drawings, but when his eyesight required, he moved to paint in oils, then water colors. He did traditional scenes of lakes, meadows, forests, and animals (but no people). He stopped doing watercolors in 2000 (age 93) because of arthritis in his hands.  By December 2001 he was in a Seattle nursing home, and he died there 9 May 2003.
 
The following is a eulogy by his son in law, Peter Wilson
 
“Sophus Marcus Anderson 1907-2003
Marc died 9 May 2003 in Seattle, Washington.  He was born 4 January 1907 in Hillsboro North Dakota.  He was an dignified, honest man who valued kindness above all. He liked to socialize with friends over a beer.
 
Marc's father, Mathias “Matt” Iyver Anderson, was born 3 August 1859 in Norway and died 19 January 1921 in Hillsboro, North Dakota.  Matt’s parents were Syver A. Opdahl and Eli Holden.  Matt was a bridge engineer and contractor.  He supervised the constructions of many Iron bridges across the streams of North Dakota. His brother Carl Opdahl, a school administrator in Washington state, took his surname from the family farm in Norway.  Matthias & Carl were said to come to America on the famous ship, Lusitania, but I find no record.  Only about 50 Opdahls are listed among the Ellis Island passengers.  Three went to Minneapolis Minnesota and three to Mount Vernon Washington.  Only one is specifically stated to be from Kristiania [Oslo]. Marc's mother, Sophia Christine Holritz, was born 31 July 1876.  She died 11 Nov 1922 in Hillsboro North Dakota.  She was of 1/4 German ancestry.  Her parents were Fred Holritz and Liv Anderson.  I think she and Matthias were married in Oslo.  She was a child when he finished college.  Matt and Sophie Anderson had three children:  Frederic Syver Anderson, b.1906-1990, Marc, b.1907-2003 and Ellen, b.1911-.  I met Ellen and her daughter Karen.  Karen married Dennis L. Theile, b.1945-  , a mechanic for the Tuolumne school system, and they had one daughter, Shelly, now a mother.  They are all talented, insightful people!  Fred's son, Frederick Stephen Anderson, had two daughters, Beth and Sherryl Anderson of East Timrod, Arizona.  I have a copy of the 5 June 1990 Pima, Arizona will of Frederick Syver Anderson.
 
Beauty was Marc’s redemption.  He saw it everywhere, from the clouds to the chickadees and chipmunks who ate out of his hand at Camp (named by his father-in-law, Rev. Arnold Edwin Moody), on Big Sand Lake.  Beauty diverted men from the animals desperate watch for food, sex and danger. The ability to share his view brought him satisfaction and peace. His watercolors often feature the ocean, streams, mist and clouds.  He accepted appearances, but left open a door to mystery and awe, without presuming to grasp them. He was a good colorist.  This sensitivity gave his pictures a subtle harmony.  He set the mood of a landscape with a dominant color, and heightened it with just one or two main complementary colors.  He used the unforgiving "wet in wet” technique because of the dreamy effects it produced, but just one mistake would cause a muddy spot, and the whole picture would be ruined.
 
His career as a graphic artist proceeded from art school in San Jose in 1928, amid beautiful orchards since replaced by Silicon Valley, to ads for Fargo department stores in 1930-34, to poster art and cartography for the Army 1935-1955, where the close cartographic work damaged his eyes, and finally, during a long and productive retirement, to the craft of watercolors from 1955-2000.   Crowder College in Neosho, Missouri, now has four of his  watercolors and a pen and a ink sketch in its museum. The North Country Art Museum in Park Rapids Minnesota also has about ten of his watercolors and an oil painting.  Many friends and neighbors cherish the paintings, more often given than sold.
 
Camp Crowder, where Steven was born, was a "instant town” of 10,000 in 1943 when Marc served there as a newlywed.  A book on the spirit of the Ozarks, about a writer-artist couple, helped him to understand the Ozark woods.  He borrowed then and thereafter from the imagination of his wife, Mary Moody, who wrote beautifully.   Marc did not have an agenda of his own, beyond his art and a genial bonhomie with his friends. By 1946 Camp Crowder was closed, and Marc was stationed at Ft. Snelling Minnesota, where Mimi was born.
 
In the early fifties he served both in Korea, alone, and in Germany, with his family.  It was in Japan that he heard a good name for a not quite housebroken terrier pup, Lady Kim Benjo. [a pun in Japanese]
 
Marc enjoyed physical discipline-- from a 100 mile horseback bivouac in the Black Hills in 1935 to chopping wood for the kitchen wood stove or shoveling snow from the long drive at "Camp” or scraping paint from the rowboat after summer use.  Following Mary’s lead, he protected rare plants around their cabin--Showy Lady Slippers, the yellow and brown Lady slippers, and Bottle Gentians.  Marc loved nature without digging. He loved fishing for being on the water. He didn’t pry. He accepted everyone and every thing at face value.
 
When the cabin on Big Sand burned in 1984 he got traumatic-onset diabetes. He methodically increased walking and air force exercises, and gave himself insulin shots in the thigh.   He took pride in his appearance and considered walking essential to healthy life.  He did not take things which had not been freely offered.  He was content in a room with a cot, two comfortable chairs, one card table for food and business & another for art, good brushes & Windsor Newton watercolor tubes, some small pieces of 300 lb cold pressed paper, and a few snappy duds.  I admire the simplicity, contentment and discipline of his life.  I mourn and celebrate his passing.”