Paul Earl House, “P-sign Paul” age 76 of Santa Cruz, California, passed away on November 15, 2023 of natural causes after a long illness.
Paul was born March 2, 1947 to James and Opal House in Long Beach, California.
At age 3 he learned to play the accordion and fell in love with music. Paul graduated from Western High School in 1965. His first band was NOT COOL out of Los Angeles, California. He later joined THE DEAD REDWOODS performing in Santa Cruz and other local California venues. Paul taught guitar at More Music, but it wasn’t just music that he loved. He found pleasure in all types of art and woodworking. Paul was skilled making orthopedic shoes, operated an herb shop, created aircraft illustrations for Boeing, and worked as a master carpenter for Shakespeare programs out of UCSC. He is known for his peace sign drawings on Its Beach, Santa Cruz, California.
As a conservationist and active member in the community, he was involved with many marches, including his Wednesday mornings with the Ladies in Black. Paul taught Tai Chi at the lighthouse near Steamer Lane. He enjoyed and supported his favorite sports teams: San Francisco 49ers, Golden State Warriors, and San Francisco Giants wearing hats and jerseys on game days.
Paul is survived by his children Britney Saito and Wyatt House, and grandchildren Taj Saito, Gavin Saito and Shorina Saito of Japan. Paul is also survived by sisters Barbara Ellwood, Mary Muncy and Debbie Spears of Arizona. Paul’s love and partner was Beverly Fleming along with their “boy dog” Jimbeau. Paul is from an extended family of aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews, with cousin Eddie Nelms of San Diego, CA being Paul’s lifelong best friend.
Private Services were held Nov. 20th. Paul‘s final resting place was Seattle, Washington on Tuesday, November 23, 2023.
In lieu of flowers, the family requests donations be made to Low Power community radio or your favorite community non-syndicated radio station.
Music when Soft Voices Die (To–)
BY PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory-
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.