To the Price family, I worked with Mr. Cliff for as long as he was here at Mallory, he was a very quiet gentle man with a funny side to him that we shared often. I talked to him occasionally after he left Mallory, I called him on last week and he didn't answer, only to find out this week that he had answered another call, may God comfort and strengthen you his family and rest his sole from labor to eternal rest. I will miss his calls but remember his funny stories. - May God bless and keep you all at perfect peace - Gloria W.

DAD

You lived your life to the fullest, 
helping and caring for others all along the way.

As you traveled in your van up and down the highways, 
determined to work until you finished the race.

God saw your body grow weary, He said I will take the wheel.
Ride with me to your eternal home of peace and tranquility.

Old timer, we will miss you but your memories live on.
Precious memories to keep us laughing and smiling until we meet again.

Poem written for Steve by his wife Helen

In Memory of Uncle Clifton Price.
Dear Price Family, Uncle Cliff to me was many things to his family—a quiet soul, a dedicated son, brother, uncle father, servant, one of a kind person.
Hunter, only scratch the surface. He was a champion hunter, known for his skill, particularly his beloved hound dogs. Old-Bo may be his favorite, brought him trophies, awards, accolades over the years. I did not know the hunter world growing up, it was always exciting to hear the stories. Uncle Cliff, wasn’t just good at it—he was great you could tell it was something he loved deeply.
Truck loads of coon fur skins, always made me go wow. Just seeing it up close made life clearer. Uncle Cliff walked a path of his own. Spoke to me that being an outdoors hunter woodsy type, person, was not just okay—it was normal for him. Each of my uncles have their own great unique way of doing thing, Uncle Cliff’s world was uniquely his own.
A man of few words, even fewer complaints. I can’t recall, ever hearing him say a bad word, steady, focused, always moving. In fact, the only time you saw him be still for long was when he was sleeping—seeing him sitting still, not often. He was always moving , always doing something—whether it was running his transportation service or other businesses. Heading to dog park, to see the greyhounds was a passion, where he had a knack for betting on the right dog. All of his brothers loved to talk about how much he won over there! He would share his winnings sometimes.
Uncle Cliff has transitioned over, time never stops—but neither do the memories. There are many personal stories, to make us all laugh for many years. Let not your hearts be troubled, the Lord has Uncle Cliff now. His life on earth shows us to be true to yourself. Life is something worth celebrating. Celebrating 84 years, gone from this earth, but he will never ever be, forgotten. 
Rest well, Uncle Cliff, you followed your own path—and you did it your way. 
Love Your Nephew Vernon.

I will miss you Unc…going to the Dogtrack …sharing laughs and sharing life .

Love,

Mario

Uncle Cliff was a kind, gentle, and deeply private man who lived his life with quiet strength and unwavering purpose. One of the things he cherished most was his passion for hunting a connection to the land that reflected his deep love for nature and the outdoors. Whether it was walking through the woods at sunrise, caring for his dogs, or simply enjoying the stillness of the natural world, Uncle Cliff found peace and meaning in those moments.

What made him truly remarkable was the wide range of interests that kept his mind and body constantly engaged. From the smallest task to the greatest adventure, he approached life with curiosity and quiet enthusiasm. His commitment to staying active, both physically and mentally, contributed to a long and meaningful life that spanned 84 incredible years.

As I reflect on his life, I’m filled with gratitude for the memories he leaves behind. Moments of laughter, quiet conversations, his unique stories, and the steady presence he brought into our lives and all continue to bring us joy. Uncle Cliff, thank you for the love you shared, the lessons you taught, and the example you set. You will be missed, but never forgotten.
Nephew Harold

My heart is still heavy over the loss of my Uncle Cliff💔💔 and I know our Heavenly Father knows what is best for all who called on the name of Jesus..I have wonderful memories of 765 Boston St.. tooo many to share. But I know that the Love of Family will always be there 💘💞🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Price Family, I am terribly saddened upon the loss of another of our brothers. I’ve known Cliff since the age of seven and he was 15 when the Price’s became my next door neighbor and we’ve been involved with each other since 1955. Your family became my family, when your now deceased sister, Josie became my surrogate sister.  Father Time is mowing and snipping away at our heels and our number is decreasing rapidly! Cliff was a proud and kind brother to me and he will be missed. God will bless and receive him into his heavenly kingdom! Cliff and family, May God keep blessing all of our Souls until we all meet again in his Kingdom! Sending my love and deepest condolences to The Price family.
Love Vivian

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Clifton Price

14 août 1940 – 3 juillet 2025

M. J. Edwards Funeral Home

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