BearWaller & WhiteHorse
What I remember about Arty...
Tell us what you remember about Arty
Tell us what you remember about Arty
What I remember about Arty (FERRET) Price a soft spoken man who loves JESUS his Family
and was on an endless search to bring boys to CHRIST and the great out doors where
GOD has painted his love and imagination . Yes soft spoken but when you where around
him you could sense the presence of God. What else I remember about Arty, is his Sons
Richard and Jesse, Richard for his aggressiveness and yet his willingness to stoop down
and help a young boy. Jesse for the wildness of the out doors and the courage to show his
friends the Lord and at the same time pick up a helpless bird and love it. For the boys
and men that he touched there lives, like my two scouts Ryan and Jeremy and their Dads
Tom and Chuck. When you are around these guys you can see GODS wilderness and the spunkiness
and the love that Arty shared with all of us.
ARTY WHAT A SHINING TOOL OF THE LORD YOU WERE.
AND I KNOW FOR SURE GOD IS SAYING WELL DONE MY SON
BEARWALLER (PAT RILEY)
When I think about Arty I think about faith and boldness because those were some of Arty's
strengths. A gentle man but bold in his faith because of his compassion for men and his
love and commitment to the Lord. One thing about Arty that really stands out in my mind is
how he always had time to talk......never to busy that he couldn't make time for others.
Our friend was with us, he prayed with us, he shared with us and he laughed with us.
We will miss our brother in Christ...........our friend.......Arty Price.
( Buffalo Woman )
I remember when we were asked at the camporee to lead worship for around 2000 boys & men. I was on the guitar with Craig and Arty was playing the bass guitar. What a great time we had. Arty was a man of kindness and love, and I will miss him at camp. I know one day we will meet again (1 Thessalonians 4:16-17), until then let's do the work of the Lord for that day is close at hand.
WhiteHorse - David Detiege
When I attended the last FCF Family Camp, I felt as if we were Arty's "congregation".
He was ever so dedicated to his appointed position of FCF President of the Sequoia Chapter.
His zeal to serve and be used of the Lord, made Jesus' light shine ever so brightly from his
life. I was personally touched by his ministry. He listened to the voice of the Lord.
DuvEyes (Vivian Detiege)
First time I ever saw Arty he was playing in a cowboy band at a campout in Pinecrest.
He was playing bass guitar. Now being a bass player myself I was struck by the fact that he
plucked his instrument with one finger only, which is quite odd. But he sounded good and
always did. I will miss his genuine caring attitude.
Ten Bears (Virgil Johnson)
I remember Arty as a wonderful man who would help anyone that needed help.
He was a man of compassion who looked at life as a gift from GOD.
I didnt get to see him as much as I would have liked to, but when I did he taught me slow down
and embrace life and to look to GOD for help. I will always miss you Bubba, but I will see you
Jim Pesl (cousin)
What I remember about Arty was how much he looked out for the boys.
At each FCF camp we see each other and first we hug and tell each other "I love you"
and the next question was "How many boys did you bring?". It was our own private challenge
to out do each other. on the Thursday night before he got to go home, Arty told me the
devotion he told his outpost the night before. I am the pickle you are the brine.
He told me we'er all just cucumbers until we get into the Brine (the Lord is the Brine)
We need to have the Brine complety thru us to be a good pickle. Arty was a "Great Pickle"
and friend. I know that at each camp I'll remember, "I Love you" & "How many boys did you Bring?"
If I had describe Artie in one word it would be "servant".
Artie had a true servants heart. He was a servant to the boys in his charge and the people
he woked with. He knew how to love people and most of all his family. He impressed me how
much he loved his boys. I have never seen a better commander or father anywere in Rangers.
I will truely miss him. I know he would want us to follow his example and be a servant too.
Steve Schultz (Runniing Fox)
When it was time for me to step out of the way, God sent a man of honor and love to lead us.
I can't even begin to put into words all of the things I feel about this man after Gods own
heart. I love Arty and he knows it.
At the trace this year we were all overworked hot and tired. Some of us were allowing our
emotions to show a little. Arty asked me to help make the peace with him. We went with some
others to the top of the hill and the awesome power of the Holy Spirit met us there.
Bearclaw (Terry Madden)
Arty was my dear cousin that I remember calling Bubba when we were younger.
I remember visiting him in California and couldn't wait to hear him sing!
I listened to Arty and his beautiful wife and sister sing at Aunt B's piano.
I will always remember Arty rubbing my feet on Aunt B's couch after we skated around the
college all day. He knew a lot about Reflexology! I mostly remember how overjoyed
I was (many years later) that he would travel to Texas to sing in my wedding.
Little did I know, he would share his secrets of a happy marriage with me the night before
I got married! What a gift he gave me!
I'll think of you always Bubba!
Jennifer Hoot (Arty's Cousin from Texas)
I never got to know my "Uncle Arty" very well, because I did not become his step-niece until
1996. My Dad (Dave Moore) married Arty's sister Cheryl and I was immediately inducted as a
member of the Price clan. After that I spent maybe five holidays with Arty and his family,
but one special day sticks out in my mind. It was the day of my engagement to my husband, Wes.
We were at the Price Cabin and the whole family (plus some) was there. We were gathering
around the dinner table to pray and I noticed that Arty had his video camera glued on me!
He had this goofy smile on his face like he knew something I didn't. Within the next 5 minutes
my life had been flipped upside down, because Wes asked me to marry him in front of the
multitude! What I will always remember is Arty crying and clapping and rejoicing with us.
He barely even knew us! Yet he was such a part of the spirit of the occasion.
I love to listen to him on our engagement video say, "AAAHHH!" over!
and over again. Although I am not close to him now, I look forward to a day when I will
have a chance to sit down and chat with him. In the meantime, I am rejoicing with him now,
because he has passed through this life into the arms of Jesus. I will hold to the memory of
Uncle Arty until I see him again.
I didn't get to know Arty that well, but I do remember him at Central Divison
Pow Wow 2001. Just after Saturday morning assembly he lovingly stooped down to show a
Straight Arrow boy some of his FCF outfit. The young boy was clearly in awe as the burly
fur trapper talked about the proper use and care of his tools. Arty of course used that
opportunity to share the gospel. A few moments later I looked over at Arty again. He was
leading the boy in the sinners prayer. My next thought was, "When I get into FCF I want to
be like Arty; a man who nevers passes up on the chance to bring one more young soul to
Jesus." I'm going to miss being able to learn from Arty. I pray that we will all honor him
by following his example. Never let a boy pass through your life without sharing the eternal
hope of salvation.
I met Arty through his parents, Art and Betty. I was a student at SCC (Vangard University)
and the Price home on campus was a comfortable place for me to hang out. I had come to school
from Alaska and I did not know a soul in California let alone Costa Mesa. Arty's family would
come over on the weekends and I was more than impressed by the loving example he was as a man,
husband, father, and son.
I became a commander of the Straight Arrows at Harbor Assembly and came to know him as a
wonderful leader of men and boys. He had inherited a quiet, powerful way of speaking from
I rest assured that as a scout he is presently preparing camp for the rest of us.
Carson Turner, a brother in Christ.
What I remember about my cousin, Arty, is the fun times learning music and his love
of music. He used to say that music is the language of the world. One could express himself
through music and everyone could share the experience. The other thing, I remember the best
is walking in the Texas summer heat to Granny Price's. The walk was long for someone only 12 yrs.
old, but he kept urging me along. We stopped several times until one of his family friends,
a church pastor, picked us up and took us the rest of the way.
The last thing I would like to
share with all who knew my cousin and friend was his love of life. He loved to give to others
the gift of laughter, love, respect, and love of Christ. He would go out of his way to make sure
that others were taken cafe of their needs. He would give the shirt off his back and not
complain of the hardship caused to himself. He loved his children more than anything on this
Earth, except maybe, his mother and father. He talked about the accomplishments of his sons and
always endeavored to push them harder so they would be
proud and confident of themselves. He never did do it for himself, always them. I shall miss
the warm smile, cool assurance and bright personality that my cousin gave off, like a beacon
in the night. Most of all, I shall miss the love.
Mike Pesl (cousin)
When I remember Commander Arty, I remember him in his F.C.F. Outfit.
I can never recall a time when he wasn't smiling or working with one of his kids.
I'm really going to miss him and the joy he brings others.
I would like to say Good Bye Arty.
I remember how Commander Arty would always help, love, and care for everyone.
Thanks Arty for leading our men in the F.C.F. Way.
The wonderful times at the F.C.F. Family camp. The way the women always felt special and
wanted to be there to share with our husbands. Thank You. God has blessed us with you.
We will miss you and remember you always in our hearts.
It has been a priveledge to have know Arty for both his friendship and his love for Christ.
Which was evident in his daily walk. I sit here thinking of all the great things about Arty,
many of them will always be in my heart. We went thru wilderness together, boy that was an
experience. I remember the morning after we sat around before going to sleep, and he was
sharing with us how many boys do you think we can help experience what we have just done.
He kept saying, "Lots, lots, lots". He was boy driven. I love the talk we use to have at
our Territorials, Hoo-Rahs, and Trace's, Pow-Wow's. He was always with his boys in his outpost.
Most of the time he would come by just for a cup of coffee and say Hi. I will miss the neck
rubs he gave while passing by. His kind soft words "YELLOWBUFF" It will be OK. It will all
work out. With those words he was a great comfort, to me and my family. Always encouraging
us to seek the Lord.
This year at Trace, Arty was the speaker for all 3 services.
To see how the Lord worked thru him, Friday was Faith, Saturday
was Hope, and Sunday was Love, it was awesome. About 5 of us had a job to do, boy the devil
didn't want that to happen. We were all busy and it seemed we had no time. It was a heated
time but Arty came to us one by one and brought us all together to talk. At that time we moved
to the Hillside and God did the rest. We hugged, cried and loved each other. That night the
Spirit Trail was the best ever. At the service Arty stood to speak on Hope about 5 minutes
into his sermon the Holy Spirit took over. I believe if Arty wouldn't have listened to the
Lord, many wouldn't have received what they did that night. He was a great man of God.
In closing we all have our Special Friends, I consider Arty Price one of them.
He will always be on my heart and on my mind. I loved him so much and will miss him alot.
I will see you again great friend.
Love, Yellow Buffalo - a.k.a. Wayne Ledoux
Arty Price was my commander, president, and one of my very best (and closest) friends.
When it came to Rangers, he was like a father to me. Yes, i miss him dearly.
I miss him giving me a hug every wednesday night and asking me how i was doing.
I miss his willingness to always work for the Lord. He helped me become a better person,
Christian, and scout. I know that he is with God now and I will continue to live my life
bringing boys to God, like Arty would have wanted me to. We Love You Arty.
-Johnny [Tracker] Moreno - Mountainman Regional Scout
Arty's sister, Cheryl Moore, shared the following at the memorial service on October 21st, 2001
I attended Southern California College from 1984 to 1988, and met Arty through his parents,
Art and B Price. Art and B lived, both literally and spiritually, at the heart of the college
campus. Their family became my family in many ways, including Arty, his wife Tammy, and
their two sons. As with Art and B, Arty's life was a continual witness of the love of Jesus
Christ. I saw the love, honor and respect that he showed to his parents. I saw the deep and
abiding love that he had for his wife and sons. Like his father, Arty was a Gentleman.
Arty was one of those special people that, when he looked at you, you could see the light
in his eyes; a spark that never went out. I know that light came from his love for God and
his family. One of the things I am most grateful to Arty for is his relationship with my father.
My father worked in Royal Rangers and FCF all of my growing up. My father spoke in glowing
terms of Arty and his dedication to that ministry. Having grown up as a
"Royal Ranger Daughter", I know first hand what kind of time and commitment that takes,
and what kind of love Tammy must have had for Arty in order to support him the way that
she always did in that work. To the Price family I extend my love and the blessed assurance
that we will see Arty again.
I have been going to FCF Family camps about 5 years now and Arty ran the last two.
When he ran the family camps, you could tell he had prayed about the family camps
because the atmosphere was charged with fun, family and an atmosphere of calm and rest.
He was a man that could bring peace and unity to difficult situations and I could tell
he was a man of no compromise. His love for God came first and he followed God's order
for his life. It was an honor to have met him and been at family camp with him.
Arty you are missed!
Celeste Duckworth (rug lady)
Arty was full of life from day one of his life. I can remember getting on the floor
and playing with Arty when he was around two years of age and hearing his laughter.
He was always so happy. Arty was (from his Aunt's eyes) a shining example of everything
good and could never do anything wrong. He was a practical joker, loved to tell jokes,
but was so tender. Arty was the definition of what being the best son, husband, father,
nephew, etc., means. He grew in the knowledge of the Lord as he matured and became an example
of how one is to love Christ and humanity. My last memory of Arty was when I was so sick with
a spinal headache, he took my feet and rubbed them for the longest time. I could see and feel
how much he loved me. It reminded me of Christ washing the feet of his disciples. What LOVE!
Arty was a servant here on earth but will be first in the Kingdom of Heaven.
I will never forget you, Bubba, I was blessed to be your Aunt.
Verlie Benline, aka Aunt Bur
Words for Arty’s Memorial Service, by Andy Harber, best friend. on October 21st, 2001
The first Time I met Arty was at the 1988 Camporee. It was the first Royal Ranger campout for my son and I. Johnnie Barnes was our guest speaker and there were more Royal Rangers than I’ve ever seen in my life.
Every night, we would march over to the mountainside and settle in for that evening’s Council Fire. I remember how excited I would get listening to Arty and Andy’s music group lead us in song and worship as we would find our places to sit. The songs told of a “Destiny” God has for us and to be Bold, for the Lord our God is with us.
As years would go by, I would watch Arty minister in many different ways, always with enthusiasm and in a very quality way. Full of God’s love and kindness; selfless, preferring others above himself.
What an example you have been, in friendliness, in spirit, and in dedication. Now you will continue to be an inspiration for many of us. I know my ministry and my personal testimony will be better because of you, Arty Price.
To Arty’s family: May God richly bless each and every one of you
Gray Fox (Duane Chevalier)
Arty a true friend. Not only a friend but like a father to me. He always tought me good and
most important about God. I was in outpost 33 and he was a great teacher. I will always carry
Arty in my heart he tought me the ways of FCF. Arty will always be in my mind. When I heard
the news I cried and cried. But God chose to take him and he is in Good hands.
From Arty's Mom
From Arty's Aunt Essie
I was a student at SCC (VU) and Arty used to come over to the house and spend time with his parents and he would always visit with the students. He was and is such a loving man. Arty was always friendly to the students and I enjoyed talking to him. I know that he is enjoying himself at home in heaven and will be a blessing to the people there. I hope everyone who was at his funeral was as touched as I was at the outpouring toward a man who touched so many lives. I look forward to seeing Arty again when we either meet in the air or I go home.
I remember a caring, Loving and shareing man. Arty was a good friend. He was a fellow Wilderness member and servent to boys. I will miss him until me meet again in Heaven.
Bigfoot Curtis Goble
I first met Arty through my friendship with the Harbers.
Andy made a point of bringing this young fellow up to me and introducing me to his best friend. I instantly felt a leap in my spirit. God was going to use this man.That was confirmed to me at a devotion he gave to us at Pinecrest one year with his cans, recycling lives and being able to help them through redemption. I have used this scenario many times to lead others to Christ and used it for helping men find a deeper committment, Thanks Arty.
I remember when he was first in FCF and his avid interest in things Mountain, he liked to use his hands.
Lost contact whith him for quite a while but "Arty I look forward to seeing you over there."
Terry (Skinnur) Hall
In 1998, together with 3 other Aussies, we arrived in the US for the first time, In the next few days we had the privelidge of meeting Arty, his family and friends. We were welcomed in a special way and still appreciate the Christian friendship this man of God expressed to these strangers from down under.
We look forward to seeing him again when we meet in heaven.
From Warren Billson Australian National Commander
Tony Holt Victorian State Training Coordinator
Trent Greenwood Victorian State FCF President
Stephen Billson Victorian State FCF Scout.
When I think about Arty Price...I remember a friend who never asked you to do anything he would not do. Arty Loved boys and wanted to Reach, Teach and keep those boys for Jesus Christ. His goal in life was to be a blessing to others for God. I remember how concerned he was when I got sick and how he would consantly remind me to take it easy, don't do more than I could, He would find me help to cook for phase II. Arty was truly a man who cared, a man that was what a true Christian should be like always winning others to His Saviour and king. Arty loved his own sons and wife very much. He is missed by all.
More photos with Arty and some of his friends