Clifford Bush; 86; of Somers Street; Pricedale; died Wednesday; Oct. 24; 2001; in his home. A son of the late Roddie and Annie Roe Bush; he was born in Pricedale on May 31; 1915. He was a member for 54 years of the Pricedale Union Church where he faithfully served over the years as an assistant Sunday School superintendent; head usher; deacon and trustee. He will fondly be remembered for his participation in the church’s dartball team and as an avid member of the Mon Valley Retiree Bowling League. A lifelong resident of Pricedale; he was retired from U.S. Steel; Monroeville Research Center. Mr. Bush was a U.S. Army veteran of World War II where he served as a technician in the 24th Army Division Signal Company. Citations of commendation included the Asiatic-Pacific Theater Ribbon with two Bronze Stars; the Good Conduct Medal; Bronze Arrowhead and Victory Medal. In addition to his parents; he was preceded in death by three brothers; Clarence; William and Howard Bush. Survivors include his wife of 53 years; Doris Echart Bush; two daughters and sons-in-law; Marianne and Ronald Fye of Elizabethtown and Carol J. and David Carson on North Charleroi; two sons and daughters-in-law; Clifford E. and Linda Bush of Meadville; Donald W. and Robin Bush of Elizabethtown; a brother; Henry Bush of Pricedale; 10 grandchildren; Brian; Allison and Benjamin Fye; Stephanie Bush Foltz and her husband Joseph; Timothy Bush; Jonathan and Joshua Bush; Heather; Zachary and Caleb Carson and a great granddaughter; Tiffany Foltz. The heritage left to his family is one in which his faith and love of the Lord Jesus Christ will always be remembered. Friends will be received from 7 to 9 p.m. Thursday and 2 to 4 and 7 to 9 p.m. Friday in the FERGUSON FUNERAL HOME INC.; 700 Broad Ave.; Belle Vernon. Funeral services will be in the funeral home at 11:30 a.m. Saturday with the Rev. James Mimidis officiating. Interment will follow in Belle Vernon Cemetery. God’s Garden – God looked around his garden; and found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth; and saw your tired face. He put his arms around you; and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful; he always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering; he knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on this earth again. He saw the road was getting rough; and the hills were hard to climb. So he closed your weary eyelids; and whispered ‘Peace be thine.’ It broke our hearts to lose you; but you didn’t go alone. For part of us went with you; the day God called you home.