My name is Ronald Lamar Price, but those who know me call me Ron. I was born in Brigham City on Wednesday, September 13th, 1961, to DeAnn Thomas Price and Ronald K. Price. I was the youngest of three children when I was born, having two older sisters: Julie Price Clifford and Dianna Price Remkes. A few years later, we welcomed a younger brother into the fold, Troy Burnett.

I grew up in Ogden on a magical street named Melody. I made many friends in the neighborhood and in the local schools I attended. My brother and sisters had a routine of conflict and love. It was an old tale that only family could mess with the family. Although there were a few times that I had it out with my siblings, if anyone messed with my family, they would have to deal with me.

I loved to play sports in my youth and even made the All-Star team in Little League baseball. I am left-handed, which helped me fit into playing first base. I liked track and field sports and was able to win several 220-yard dashes while representing Highland Jr. High. I started playing football in Little League and was a linebacker for Ben Lomond High when a severe neck injury ended my playing days.

In my early teens, I spent several summers at my maternal Grandfather's home in Malad, Idaho. My Grandfather, Lamar Thomas, was a cattle rancher. He taught me what a hard day's work was and how to carry it with grace and discipline. He also taught me how to fish and hunt. I loved and admired my grandfather very much.

My mother would take us kids on family trips to Yellowstone, the Grand Tetons, and the Canyonlands. We would ride in the camper while she drove that Chevy truck all over the west. We would camp, and the boys would go outside under the stars while the girls were in the camper. My mom would always make the best food from that little camper stove. Her rural farming upbringing gave her cooking talents, which I have always tried to meet, and was the source of my lifelong passion for cooking. I can't tell you how much I enjoyed that. My mom passed away in 1985, and I miss her dearly.

One of my best friends when I was going to school was Kurt Rentmeister. Through my friendship with Kurt, I got to know the Rentmeister family. This started a relationship that became a lifelong friendship with many of the Rentmeister family, and I have many fond memories of hunting and fishing with them. I am deeply grateful for that.

My father was a combat veteran of the United States Army, which was one of many things I admired about him. So, when I graduated from Ben Lomond High School in 1980, I enrolled in Weber State College, joined the ROTC program, and enlisted in the Utah National Guard while seeking a commission as an Army Officer.

I spent my time as an enlisted man assigned to the 19th Special Forces Group. In 1986, I was honorably discharged as a buck sergeant and accepted a commission as Second Lieutenant in the United States Army Reserve, with a Field Artillery specialty. I was assigned to several Army Reserve and Utah National Guard Artillery units, serving overseas on several deployments. In 2001, I ended my military career and retired as a Captain. I have always been patriotic and appreciate the freedoms this country offers. I look at my time in uniform as the proudest of my life.

I found a deep passion for Archaeology and Anthropology in my post-military life. I returned to Weber State University and sought a degree in Anthropology. I was fortunate enough to participate in several Archaeological surveys in Utah and Idaho. The most fulfilling survey I participated in was in the summer of 2004 near my father's hometown of Samaria, Idaho. It was a special moment for me to be part of a process that found artifacts from long ago on the land my father might have played on as a child.

Throughout my life, I have loved hunting and fishing. I loved not just the act of hunting and fishing but also the people I was lucky enough to do it with. I spent many early cold mornings hunting and warm days fishing with many special people. I am grateful for those memories.

I developed a close relationship with my father's side of the family, especially those still in Samaria. Attending the Price family reunions over the years was one of the most enjoyable things I have done. Although my mom and dad had divorced long ago, my connection to my father's side of the family was deep and meaningful. My father passed away in 1997, and the void that was in my heart was filled by my Uncle Merrill, my cousins, and my two half-sisters, Michelle and Tamara, who are lovingly known as "Muff & Tuff." The time I spent with cousins Evan and Ryan was special to me. They helped me a lot in life, and I shared more than a few cold Banquet beers with them.

I worked for Jerry Cassity at Mini Mart for more years than I can count. Over the years, I enjoyed making many acquaintances with customers and co-workers. Jerry was good to me, and I appreciate that.

My journey in this life ended on January 12th, 2025. Looking back, I was lucky in so many ways. I know I have not been the easiest person to get to know, and if I have wronged you, I am sorry. If you befriended me, thank you. Through all my crusty exterior, I felt in my heart that I was thankful for you, and I am grateful for all the memories. I wish I had told you that more than I did. I am now with my mom and dad and all the family I have missed these many years, and I am at peace.

My brother and sisters plan to celebrate my life in the coming months. If you would like to attend, please follow the Facebook page Remembering Ron L. Price to get updated information. Also, if you have any photos of me or stories to share, please post them on the page.