George is gone from this world but not from our
hearts and memories.
Here’s one of Stuart's favorite memories:
Myself, Steve, Lorne,
and Clayton were in the house driving everyone nuts. I was 8 so Steve and Lorne
were about 10. George gave us a .22 rifle, a handful of moldy bullets, an axe
and a shovel and told us to get
lost. Well, hell, we were happier than a pig in mud.
We scraped the bullets
clean, loaded one shot at a time, had to pull the trigger 5 times to get a bang
and repeated, we chopped down a couple trees, dug some holes and did not come
back until dinner time. It was great. It was freedom. No adults were around so
we knew we could not be stupid...and we were not stupid. These two events
shaped my outlook on life and on raising kids. Such small events had such huge
impacts on me. I firmly believe kids should be set free. Take a chance and let
them explore. Again, thank you George. You are still alive in me and I will
pass those gifts to my children...you have many lives left in this world to
live.
Nobody could say it better than that, Stuart.
Steven, Anastasia, Stuart
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