Carol and I joined a workout group at the Arden Ward Relief Society room, and quickly graduated to playing tennis with a group of other women. She was in the Stake Primary when I was called to be the Stake Primary music leader. One year we drove to Salt Lake city for our years instruction. Returning home from Salt Lake it began to snow. It snowed all the way home, with Carol and I in the back seat singing all the primary songs .There are just so many experiences with Carol. I will miss her giggly  laugh.Nicki Larson

I'm so sorry to hear about "Mrs. Price" passing. What a blessing to have enjoyed her all of these years. I think Meredith Way was a neighborhood that doesn't exist anymore. A parent could only dream of such a street. Kids of all ages playing outside together from sun up till sun down. Every door on the block was open for any of us kids to walk through at any time. I'm sure it wasn't as perfect as I remember. However, through this child's eyes it was the best. Here are some of my memories...

Christmas Day at your house- stopping by to see what Santa brought you all. A flocked white Christmas tree with bikes (maybe it was the year of the unicycle? Not sure), Christmas music playing. Yummy food smells in the background. 

Wearing white knee high boots and dancing with Jodi and Julie in your living room to "these boots are made for walking" by Nancy Sinatra

Sneaking through the back door when Mrs. Price wasn't looking and Julie, Maria, Amy, Belinda and I running through the kitchen stealing fresh baked chocolate chip cookies off the counter

Crawling around the rafters of your garage with a large group of us. Always jealous/fascinated by all of the beef jerky and other items you all had stored in the garage. And of course the gasoline buried in the back yard. Our parents never worried we'd fall and break our necks.

Getting married to Jeff in your backyard. We walked out to our excited guests from the big pine tree in the corner of the yard to say our "I Do's". I think that was my first kiss.

I think your mom would yell, "Calvin! Come here..." when she was at her wits end with us kids. 

Your mom serving breakfast for dinner. Oh, how I envied that.

Your dad was always so gentle and kind. He had a great sense of humor and always wore a smile at the edges of his lips when he'd hear Carol calling to step in and discipline us. We knew he wouldn't get too upset with us. 

These are a few of the highlights of my childhood. Thanks for including me in honoring your mom with my memories. I cherish our time spent together and pray that all of you are happy and healthy. Your friend, Susan Heath Catchot

On Sunday, May 26, 1981 I was called to be a counselor in the American River Ward Relief Society; Carol was the newly called president.  This is what I wrote in my journal 42 years ago.

Tuesday, May 26, 1981: "I was called into the Relief Society Presidency on Sunday. The president, Carol Price and I met for the first time. Our encounter was very brief and I went away somewhat discouraged but we met yesterday for an hour. I felt very comfortable with her; I know I will enjoy working with her. I don't want her to ever regret choosing me to be one of the presidency.

Sunday, November 1, 1981: "I have met so many wonderful women in the recently created American River Ward and Carol is one of of them. We now share a strong bond of love for each other. "

"This evening Carol and I went to visit a woman and her daughter. The woman is an alcoholic and the daughter is disabled due to an automobile accident. The home was not well kept, in fact, the dogs had soiled the carpet. I was somewhat discusted and just wanted to leave, but Carol got up, went to the kitchen for paper towels and cleaned up the mess from the dogs. Carol truly showed me Christ's charitable way by her actions this evening."

I could go on with excerpts from my journal; needless to say, Carol became a dear friend and we spent a lot of time serving the women of the American River Ward together (I spent a lot of time in her home). I always felt loved and appreciated. 

Blessings to the Price family; Fondly, Robin Jones-Kanzler

Aunt Carol was a very beautiful lady. I didn’t know her well but one time when Ken & I were visiting Sacramento we stayed with them. Uncle Lang was running off his mouth and all of a sudden Aunt Carol said “Cal Shut up”. I thought it was really funny because she never really said much but when she did it meant something. When Uncle Lang and Aunt Carol would stop in Minersville she always loved mom’s cooking especially mom’s bread. I send my condolences to you Price kids! Much love!

Ken & Audrey Frailey 

I think of Carol every Christmas when I put out my special angels.  Carol and Adele Fife were my visiting teachers (after I was theirs) for many years and contributed beautiful angels to my collection.  They were (are) the real angels.

Shirley Griffin

Your family has always been a part of our family and our “house”.  Such great memories of destruction,  creation, and decoration in our house. you all have been such a wonderful part of it. One of my first memories of your mom was group tennis and walks around  Sacramento State with our friends. We will always think of her with a happy face and with loving memories. Thanks for sharing your mom and dad with us.

Love Doug and Cindy Simmons

I wasn't around Aunt Carol a lot but she was always soft spoken and sweet to me. They, the family, would stop by our house in Minersville on their way to Junction and visit. Mom would also had homemade bread and a meal if they had time to eat. We always enjoyed their visits.