George Chartier Obituary

I feel very fortunate to have known Uncle George. The times my family and I were able to spend with him and his family were filled with joy and happiness. He always went out of his way to accomadate us. I will especially cherish the time TJ and I spent with just Uncle George at his cabin. The stories about his adventures and antics with with my Dad had us laughing to the point that my stomach was sore. He taught us how to wash dishes, cook and eat our trout. I think we cleaned out his stream that week but Uncle George didn't mind it a bit. His love and committment to Mary and Suzie was always there no matter how difficult it was for him. I admired this dedication to family. I will always remember his colorful language and view of life. George, I hope that Mary and you are enjoying Heaven's mountains, streams, sunshine and all of the nature you both loved and enjoyed throughout your lives. Love Brad and family.

To my Uncle George. Oh my dear Uncle and Friend, I shall never forget you, You were and are a person I have looked up to for many years, from the time I was just a little girl, I always looked forward to visiting with Grandpa and Grandma because I would be able to see you, you were my knight in shinning armor! Not many men could come close to being the person you were... You truly were one in a million. I will never forget how you taught me to refinish furniture, My Grandson still has the rocking chair you taught me how to refinish. I will love you forever and will never ever forget you and the impact you had on my life. Thank you so much for these precious memories. Love Carol

To my dear uncle George: My world was made all the richer for your presence. You and Mary were second parents to me and I loved you dearly. You lived the idea that you could grow up, be responsible and still have a ball. The adventures you included me in! Riding behind you on the Tote-goat (a little motorcycle) up the hill side behind the cabin – only I wasn’t on the back at the top! Mary and my mom, Barbara, were aghast but you and I were laughing and had a wonderful time! Or sledding on the ice of the creek or riding across the pasture in the back of the pickup – a few times getting bumps on the head from hitting the topper. You had a way of finding beauty in life – be it outside in scenery or wild life, in your careful craftsmanship, antiques, children or your dear Mary. You were drawn to young children like moth to the flame – swooping them up and laughing or comforting them! You were beloved by my mom. I remember at my mom’s visitation the grandkids crawling all around and me trying to shush them. You said not to try - that my mom was looking down laughing at them. Those words comforting me like none other that day. And yesterday, when that little one was making happy noises during the service – I knew you too were looking down and laughing. Go with God dear Uncle George!

EULOGY TO A GREAT FRIEND



George was a very talented, fun loving, risk taking, enjoy life to its fullest individual who, like the preverbal cat, had at least nine lives. My introduction to George was a Sunday in the spring of 1942 when my sister drug this scrawny, funny talking person from Rhode Island home to Mom and Dads farm for Sunday dinner. Having never been on a farm, George was intrigued by all the animals and Dad, not one to pass up an opportunity for cheap help, offered him a pair of coveralls which George put on over his Air Force blues (big mistake). We proceeded on horseback to bring in the dairy cattle from a pasture about a mile away. After 30 minutes or so, George’s confidence skyrocketed and he soon thought he was the Lone Ranger. Shortly there-after, George and his horse parted company with George making a perfect 3-point landing, his head being one point! That perfectly pressed shirt was reduced to rags. We finished the day milking the cows and feeding all the livestock then Dad took a smelly, bruised-up George back to Peterson Air Force base. I’m sure he had many embarrassing questions to answer. I gained a friend for life that day; little knowing that someday George would become my brother-in-law.



George loved the great outdoors and was a very accomplished photographer, driving hundreds of miles to get a picture of a snow goose, elk or a wildflower. We frequently went fishing and hiking in the foothills and mountains adjacent to the ranch in Pine Valley. I remember one such hike when George, in the lead on the trail, stepped on a sleeping rattle snake. Here is George jumping up and down in one spot, the snake trying to strike him and George is hollering; ROBET, ROBET (he never learned to pronounce the R) SHOOT THE S.O.B., SHOOT HIM, SHOOT HIM! Now picture this, here are two legs and a skinny snake jumping up and down in a 3 foot radius and I’m supposed to hit the snake? The ordeal ended, we dispatched the snake and George was not bitten. All was well again.



We are all familiar with George’s skills as a carpenter and his reputation for building outstanding private homes and churches in Colorado and northern Texas. In my view, those structures shall forever stand as a monument to George! Most certainly, I learned the true meaning of the word “perfectionist” from working with George and it has influenced and carried through my entire life.



However, George’s real passion was his 50 year “work in progress” Beaver Valley cabin. It was always a pleasure to help George with some aspect of his project. My family and I have certainly enjoyed many trips to Colorado over the years. A trip would never be complete without a few days at the cabin with George and Mary. A day at the cabin was usually predictable. Work a little; fish awhile; eat a lot; see who could tell the biggest tale; toast all the stars in the evening and solve all the worlds’ problems. A good day!



Nancy and I loved George and we shall miss him. Rest in eternal peace dear friend!



Nancy & Robert Hill

Bolivar, Ohio

George was such a blessing to our family. He was the best son-in-law, brother-in-law, and uncle to all of us and we will cherish him always.

To the family and friends; I offer my deep condolences to you. In the spirit of the Apostle Paul, we read: "For all things I have the strength by virtue of him who imparts power to me." Phillipians 4:13

Take comfort in knowing that now you have a special guardian angel to watch over you.

Uncle George,

Thank you for all the fond memories of fishing and relaxing! You were always full of energy and spunk. We will miss you!