Bette Ann Perren

Bette was born December 8, 1932, the daughter of Norma and James Williams.

Though born in Salt Lake City, she spent the first twenty years of her life in Ogden and was always proud to point that out. She would fondly recall times at Polk School, Ogden High, Weber State College, Two-Bit Street restaurants and stores along Washington

Boulevard. She was even the proud owner of an “Ogden is Awesome” t-shirt. Along the way, she developed a love of and talent for music. There were piano and voice lessons and Bette even cut a demo record. Happily, it still exists, scratches and all.

In August of 1951, Bette met Airman Eugene Perren. It was a blind date, but it must have been magical. They were engaged the next month, married the following March and then spent seventy years together until Gene's passing in 2022. During their first twenty-two years together, they lived in twelve different states. At a stop in Georgia, Steven was born, Catherine was born in Alaska and Angela in Texas. After all of that travel, it was time to retire to Utah and settle down for once.

The last fifty-three years were spent at their home in Clearfield. It's a home filled with love and memories and decades worth of accumulating this and that, that now needs to be sorted through. Not the least of which is Bette's collection of all things pig. Pig pictures, pig shaped timers, pig corn holders, plush pigs, glass pigs, plastic pigs and so on. Even a pig shaped bacon press. Why not? And, the Utah Jazz paraphernalia, Bette was a diehard fan until the very end. She lived ninety-two years, and it still wasn't long enough for them to win a title.

She is survived by Steve (Erika) and Angie (Wayne) and grandchildren Christopher and Jade Pollock and Cassandra and Morgan Good. Her emotional support group of Millie, Ruth, Waylon, Willie, Wilma and Spot. Bette was preceded in death by her husband, Gene; her daughter, Cathy; and Penny and Winston. A special thanks to the friends and neighbors in Clearfield who kept a watchful eye on Bette and dropped in for visits over the last couple of years.

Mom has now gone in search of Dad and we're left without any adult supervision. But the life lessons she taught about compassion, tolerance and dignity will see us through. We miss you. We love you. Thanks for the pigs.

A private family service will be held at Lindquist's Ogden Mortuary followed by interment at Washington Heights Memorial Park.