We love you Husband...Dad... Picky Paw... PaPa George... always
|Dad with my grandson Riley a few months before he passed|
Lytle L. George
June 5, 1920
June 5, 1920
Lytle L. George of Bourbon, Missouri passed away at Saint Clare Hospital, Fenton, Missouri on Thursday, April 1, 2010 at the age of 89 years.
He was born at Granite City, Illinois on June 5, 1920 to the late Edward and Della (Litton) George. On April 8th 1941 he was united in marriage to Virda Smith at Steelville, Missouri. They made their home in the Sullivan and Bourbon areas the majority of their lives. He was employed as a carpenter with Cy Dace Construction Company and retired from there after many years of service. Lytle was known as a strong family man who loved his many grandchildren. He enjoyed hunting and fishing, making up songs to sing for the grandchildren and family get-togethers. He was raised in the Pentecostal faith and attended Greens’ Branch Church.
He is survived by his wife Virda of the family home; two sons, Dave George and wife Mary Ann Cain of Bourbon, Missouri, Don George and wife Sharon of Camdenton, Missouri; four daughters, Wilma Pratt and husband Don of Waynesville, Missouri, Linda King and husband Jim of Leasburg, Missouri, Pat Bunton of Leasburg, Kim Bell and husband Jim of Bourbon and Betty and Wayne Weppner whom he loved as his own; a host of grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great-great-grandchildren and great-great-great-grandchildren; a sister Irma McMillion of Cuba, Missouri; many nieces, nephews ; other relatives and friends.
Along with his parents, Lytle was preceded in death by a son-in-law, Elvin Bunton, two brothers, Freeman and William George; six sisters, Nettie Stroup, Rosetta, Evelyn and Savannah Geroge, Myrtle Stroup and Kate Immekus.
He was buried as he lived. In his pockets were... a tiny bottle of Jack Daniels (for his hot toddy when cold), a knife to cut his hay, his keys, coins to play cards with... and wearing his overhauls with his favorite long sleeved shirt over long johns with his hat and his boots.
In his casket was a lot of things made by his grand-kids and his blanket as well as a picture of him with my grand-daughter (he was her best friend) and a copy of the poem "Grandpa's Steps".
Just before the casket was closed we had my nephew Rusty tuck a single bullet (and the previously mentioned Jack mini-bottle) in his pocket. It was how he had spent hunting season for the last ten years. My dad loved to tell stories! He said mom had decided he was only allowed to have a shell in his pocket and not in the gun because his eyes weren't what they used to be and she said he would end up shooting himself by accident! This was another one of dads long tails, truth be told he knew his eyesight was not good enough, but he still liked to go through to motions. They were married one week shy of sixty-nine years.
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