This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved one, Alice Price, who was born on
August 12, 1970 and passed away on June 20, 2013.
We will always miss her and remember her forever.
Please consider donating to the trust established for Alice's children,
Liam, Adelaide and Franklin.
The Paterson Family Trust
646 West Ellet Street
Philadelphia, PA 19119
For those of you who missed the memorial on Saturday, July 13, 2013, a video of the service will be uploaded soon. The program and photos of the memorial boards can be seen here:
http://flickr.com/gp/g2theg/F9Jmm3/
Tributes
Leave a tributefor their ongoing care and clearly true friendship to towards Ali..Your
support was perhaps so much more bolstering than you both might
realize..So, please accept my heartfelt thanks.. Sincerely, Suanne
We celebrated 6 Birthdays in our house..Today Ali is on all our minds &
in our hearts..Peace to you dear girl..Sending love... and Hope for your
kiddos..Gratefulness to Uncle Robert, Franklin,Lowell & Daniel..
You're far too young and beautiful to be gone already.
Suanne
You will never be forgotten.
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Alice at Bennington
Remembering Alice on her Birthday!
A poem: Grief Arrives
In It's Own Time
It doesn't announce itself or knock
on the door of your heart..Suddenly
it's right behind you,
looking with great pity
at the back of your neck
and your shoulders on which
it spends days placing a burden
and lifting it.. Grief arrives
in its own sweet time, sweet
because it lets you know that
you are alive,time because
what you are holding becomes
the only day there is: the sun stops
moving, the sky grows utterly quiet
and impossibly blue..Behind the blue
are the stars we can't see and beyond
the stars either dark or light,
both of which are endless.
by Stuart Kestenbaum..
PEACE AND LOVE TO YOU ALI Suanne
Two Doors Down
Living in a Philadelphia Row Home on a narrow street, life becomes incidental. If you open your door, your heart, you may feel a new warmth inside your home. I opened my door for Alice. (also known as “Alison” to me)
If you never lived in a small row home, you may wonder about privacy and space, where do the kids play, where are the closets, why do you sit on the front steps, how do you park a car…where is the peace and quiet? If you are looking for tranquility and freedom from disturbance, do not move into a row home.
Besides living on top of each other, we have our own slang. Pavement (pronounced-“payment“) is used instead of sidewalk. We don’t have a living room, we have a parlor (pronounced “pah-ler”). We have a cellar, not a basement. If you live two houses apart from another person--you live “two doors down” from that person.
“Alison” and I lived “two doors down” from each other for almost five years. Alice moved to our street prior to Liam’s arrival. Alice’s brilliant beauty caught my attention. I asked a neighbor who is that woman who just moved in? I thought they said her name was “Alison“. Yes, the name suits her, I told myself. And so I called her, Alison.
Alice never corrected me. Sometimes, I would apologizes for calling her by the wrong name. Alice did not take offense. Alice would not criticize me for calling her by the wrong name. I still think of her as “Alison”. At some point, Alice told me that her father’s name was Alison and he was a medical doctor. Alice was proud of her father’s reputation of not only being prominent and published physician but also the inventor of Maalox.
As Alice and I would sit on the front steps or on her glider rocker outside her home, she would tell me stories about her life--Mount Desert Island, Bar Harbor, New Jersey and Philadelphia.
Alice would captivate me with her anecdotes. Sometimes, Alice would start to give me an account of a tragedy, and, we would both end up with uncontrollable laughter. Alice’s quick-witted humor would come out of nowhere. Alice’s sharp wit could turn a misfortune into an accomplishment. Alice charmed you with her sense of humor.
I appreciated Alice spending her time with me, as we sat on the front steps, outside our humble row homes. Alice never had an offensive air of superiority as she lived in Fishtown. Not a snobby bone in her body. Alice’s natural personality was loving, generous and uncritical.
Every day, I walk by Alice’s former home. I look at the old marble steps and remember the Lady that lived in that house. And, sometimes, I cry.
(photo of Alice's Fishtown Home)