Some people leave an indelible mark. It’s the things they say; it’s the way they always take the time to listen and look you in the eye; it’s the way they remember your favorite pie, your birthday, your story; it’s the way they know just when you need a hug; it’s the way they help you without being asked; it’s the way they pray for you. That was our beloved B. She touched so many lives…maybe she touched you. We welcome you to share your “B Tribute or Story” so we can all enjoy and remember a life well spent.
A memorial service is to be held on March 9, 2019 11am at Vanguard University’s Needham Chapel, 55 Fair Drive, Costa Mesa, CA 92626. Reception following.
Tributes
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KG
One of my favorite pieces of wisdom from Bea was that when “things happen” to furniture or our things due to accidents that what is left are “memory marks”. She would share about different marks on her piano or tables, all memories of family and friends. It was a piece of wisdom I have lived by and shared often, especially with those with children. In fact, I just shared this with a friend in the last week who in her recent move to follow the call of God on her life, had some damage done to furniture. It was always a reminder that people are always more important than things and that God can truly bring good out of everything.
Though I was at Vanguard (SCC) at the time Bea & Art were there, it wasn’t until later when Doug and I were in ministry that Doug started to go up to the Cabin for personal retreats. We would go up for times together and loved our long talks where they would share so many stories. So many! So good! There was a lot of laughter and some tears. I was always in awe of Bea’s strength - pain never beat her, she was never a victim, she only used it as fuel to go deeper with God and to love and encourage others that they too could trust God to bring good out of even the darkest times.
When we had our kids we would travel up to the cabin for little vacations and Art and Bea (Pop and Granny) always treated them like their own grandkids. They loved being there and were always more excited when they knew Art and Bea were going to be there. I still remember the first “Tea” she had prepared for Caitlyn, our oldest daughter, and a little neighbor girl, with hat and gloves and all. I’m not sure they really liked the tea, but they loved the dress up.
We had the honor of being asked if we wanted to buy their beloved cabin when they felt the call to leave the mountains. It was our honor and privilege to do so. They knew we would carry on their tradition of ministry and God’s love for them. We saw many encounter God’s love during our stewardship of that blessed place. We were so excited for their move and for her to fulfill the dream of going to Africa.
Bea has left many “memory marks” (positive) on our hearts that have helped to shape us so beautifully. Thank you Bea for loving so well!
Debbie Healy
Joseph J. Saggio, Ed.D.
To eavesdroppers it was obvious that I was number one because I was the eldest. To me it wasn't so clear.
From the time I was making memories, I remember there being lots of older kids around calling Granny Granny. These were "The College Kids" - an ever growing horde of young people, pulled by life, away from their families for the first time. Who could blame them for being drawn to the warmth and kindness that virtually flowed out of the house sitting in the middle of their campus? Who wouldn't adopt Granny and Pop as their own if given the chance?
So I got a gaggle of older "cousins", a wonderful gift for an oldest child. Then I got a sister... then a cousin... then a brother... then a cousin... and naturally I remained the Number One Grandson.
It was a silly title... that made me feel like the most important person in the world.
That was Granny's best talent; whether you were Pop or a stranger in line at Stater Bros, a college freshman just trying to find your path or a grandkid on her lap in the rocking chair, she knew how to make you feel as though you were her priority, that you were the bee's knees, and, of course, that you were the Number One You.
From Cheryl (Cheer) Freese: In my eyes, Mom was famous! She seemed to know everyone, and everyone knew her. She loved everyone and everyone seemed to love her. I’ve never met a friendlier person than B Price. Hospitality flowed freely from her heart. Mom was genuine. She wasn’t the type to talk behind your back. If she had something to say, she would just say it! I think she got that from Grandpa Budge. She was a woman of integrity who lived a principled life and she loved and served God without pretense. As her daughter, I never saw her fall apart or get frustrated, except with my brother Arty and me (LOL). With that southern charm she handled whatever came her way. I heard her say many times, “Can’t never could do anything”! I could not have asked for a better mom… I loved her so much and I miss her so much but the last year had become very difficult for her and I know now that she is exactly where she wanted to be… “sheltered in the arms of God”.
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With love and sympathy,
KG
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Another link for videos
This is a link to my Google Drive if the other one did not work for you. You should be able to download these files...they are kinda big, sorry.
https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1LoK-86Y2PIz1TMRj4_CpPGY3rJQhdnYI?usp=sharing
-Andy
Video Link for Service in California
Here is a link to 2 videos: The Service (2 hours) and Messages to Art (26 Min). https://photos.app.goo.gl/yTYYE5jiRjpQMwmV9
-Andy
A Bushel and a Peck
For as long as I can remember Mom would hug me and say, “I love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck and a squeeze... squeeze... SQUEEZE!!!”
She had so many wonderful traditions