MEMORIAL SERVICE



Memoral ServiceStockham Family Funeral HomeMcPherson, KansasFriday, November 4, 2011, at 2:00 PMOfficiantMr. Gary ButlerSpecial Music“The Lord’s Prayer”Jim Pauls, vocalist/pianistInurnmentCrestwood Memorial ParkMcPherson, KansasMilitary HonorsMembers of V.F.W. Post #2715 and American Legion Post #24 will conduct the Military Honors at Crestwood Memorial Park.Memorial DonationsThe family suggests that memorial donations be given to McPherson Hospital Volunteer Services or Hospice Care of Kansas in loving memory of Dean.AppreciationOn behalf of the family, we wish to express their sincere appreciation for all your kindnesses, evidenced in thought and deed, and for your presence at this service.Stockham Family Funeral HomeDean PriceD23133055080000ean Price was born Lyle Dean Price, the sixth of nine children, and the first of four boys born to John and Marie Price. His mother often referred to the children by their middle names; so he was always known as Dean. Later in life, the military took exception to him having two first names, and asked him to choose one. He chose Dean. He joined the military by exaggerating his age when he was only 14. A few years later, his age caught up with him and he lost a couple stripes because of that exaggeration. In July of 1951, we met on a blind date. We only saw one another five times before he picked me up at the grocery store where I worked and headed to the chapel where we were wed on December 22, 1952; with the usual “It’ll never work”, nearly 59 years ago. Three daughters, seven grandchildren and one great-grandchild later, we felt like we’d made it! In our later years we loved to travel in our little motorhome all over the country. So much to see, so much new food to try, but most of all Dean loved the family times, most especially the holidays. Only a few Christmases went by that not all of the girls and their families returned home. He was my friend, my partner, my husband and my love….. Love, AlmaWhile growing up, Dad played a song by Mike Douglas over and over and some of the lyrics from this song have stuck with me. The song titled “The Men in My Little Girls Life” is the reflection of a daughter growing up, with “new men” coming into her life. As dad aged and I grew up he took each one of the “new men” (boys, boyfriends, steadies, husbands and sons) in my life in stride, (sometimes just shaking his head) but there through it all. Dad was my “go to guy.” It didn’t matter if it was helping roof a house, trying to teach ”HIS” fine points of remodeling and rewiring (just keep the coffee pot on and full) to occasional babysitting or helping pick up pieces when tragedy struck, whatever he could do for one of his girls. Thanks Dad for being the first man in my life………….Love, GayleneDad & I got to know each other as adults when we spent three weeks together in New Zealand in 1993. He had responsibilities as the (continued on back)Sergeant of Arms for the International Association of Arson Investigators National Conference the first week we were there and I saw his business side. We spent the next two weeks on a tour of New Zealand. Two weeks sharing a seat on the bus and a room in the evenings was a lot of time to spend together! We talked a lot – mostly at the evening “happy hours”. (And if you knew Dad – you know who did most of the talking!) For the first time, I listened and I learned the history that made my Dad who he was. We talked of his childhood, his siblings, his Mom & Dad. We talked about the Army, and early years with Mom. We talked of the difficulty of college with a wife, two kids and a full time job. I wish I would have taken a tape recorder, as the stories that I heard on that trip, I have never heard again. Well… happy hour does that! Even though the trip was challenging, we became closer and came back friends as well as Father and Daughter….. Love, Carla So much of my childhood is filled with memories of time spent as a family. We went camping nearly every weekend, and with that came fishing; hours and hours of fishing together. When I was a teenager, we took our first trip to Bennett Springs, a place that would later become Dad’s favorite vacation place. We were all psyched up to fish, and early one morning Dad and I were found standing in the frigid waters waiting to throw our lines in when the horn sounded. We didn’t even have a nibble that morning, but by nightfall we’d learned a lot more about trout fishing, the importance of waders and 3 lb. test line! By the second day, we were pros, pulling out our limit early in the day; we spent the next several years in search of that elusive lunker. Dad and I always shared a love of music; he had an amazing voice when he was younger, and it was always fun to listen to him and sing along, especially in the car. One Christmas I had planned something special, and Carla and I sang “Daddy’s Hands” to him. I’d never really seen my dad get emotional before; but tears glistened and I know I’ll never forget the love in Daddy’s hands…….. Love, PamHe will be missed by all, but we know he’d expect us to stand strong as a family and love and support one another through this, and any other trial that comes our way. Husband, Father, Grandfather, Great-Grandfather, Brother, Uncle or Friend, we’re all family based on our love and respect for Dean.Dean L. Price1934 ~ 2011 ................
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