George is the son of George Washington Bonney & Nellie Josephine (Weeks) Bonney. Husband of Marie H (Kast) Bonney.
Married aft1930
They had 2 children:
Alan Ray and Marsha Marie.
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Memorial dedicated by George's son Alan:
For most of his 75 years, George was a bandsman: marching to; listening to; or playing band music.
It is somehow ironic that band music should have been such a significant part of his life, since the regimentation and precision it represents was so contrary to his disdain for pomp and circumstance. His idea of formality was a bolo tie.
Three things capture the essential George Bonney:
First, he was friendly and outgoing. He dearly loved people and would talk for hours if given the chance. His friends were on equal footing with his family: everybody was important to George.
Second, he was dedicated and involved. No mere joiner was George. He was always willing to help: no matter what the task or whenever the call, he was willing to step forward and help. Perhaps someone had him in mind when they coined the phrase, "Let George do it." He always did.
Finally, and perhaps most important, he had a willingness and ability to make people laugh. He undoubtedly considered his most important task in life to be that of making others smile. The impish grin that followed one of his dumb jokes can hardly be forgotten.
He was quick-witted and no one was spared his dry, razor-sharp humor. When he knew he had a line that worked, it was, in his favorite expression, "like a bad penny"—it just kept coming back. He nearly drove a good friend to distraction when, on a weekly basis, he'd ask "Have you heard of the hereafter?" She knew the answer would always be, "If you're not on time, you'll be hereafter we leave."
Were George to return right now, he'd mingle in a group just waiting for someone to ask, "What happened, George?" With all seriousness he'd reply, "I fell into a vat of beer." "Didn't you drown?" they'd ask. "Not right away," he'd say with a twinkle in his eye, "had to get out twice to go to the bathroom."
That's the way he'd have approached his passing. George loved life and loved to laugh. He was a unique and special individual: a good husband and father, a valuable friend and a hard worker. He was, in short, a good human being.
Married aft1930
They had 2 children:
Alan Ray and Marsha Marie.
------
Memorial dedicated by George's son Alan:
For most of his 75 years, George was a bandsman: marching to; listening to; or playing band music.
It is somehow ironic that band music should have been such a significant part of his life, since the regimentation and precision it represents was so contrary to his disdain for pomp and circumstance. His idea of formality was a bolo tie.
Three things capture the essential George Bonney:
First, he was friendly and outgoing. He dearly loved people and would talk for hours if given the chance. His friends were on equal footing with his family: everybody was important to George.
Second, he was dedicated and involved. No mere joiner was George. He was always willing to help: no matter what the task or whenever the call, he was willing to step forward and help. Perhaps someone had him in mind when they coined the phrase, "Let George do it." He always did.
Finally, and perhaps most important, he had a willingness and ability to make people laugh. He undoubtedly considered his most important task in life to be that of making others smile. The impish grin that followed one of his dumb jokes can hardly be forgotten.
He was quick-witted and no one was spared his dry, razor-sharp humor. When he knew he had a line that worked, it was, in his favorite expression, "like a bad penny"—it just kept coming back. He nearly drove a good friend to distraction when, on a weekly basis, he'd ask "Have you heard of the hereafter?" She knew the answer would always be, "If you're not on time, you'll be hereafter we leave."
Were George to return right now, he'd mingle in a group just waiting for someone to ask, "What happened, George?" With all seriousness he'd reply, "I fell into a vat of beer." "Didn't you drown?" they'd ask. "Not right away," he'd say with a twinkle in his eye, "had to get out twice to go to the bathroom."
That's the way he'd have approached his passing. George loved life and loved to laugh. He was a unique and special individual: a good husband and father, a valuable friend and a hard worker. He was, in short, a good human being.
George is the son of George Washington Bonney & Nellie Josephine (Weeks) Bonney. Husband of Marie H (Kast) Bonney.
Married aft1930
They had 2 children:
Alan Ray and Marsha Marie.
------
Memorial dedicated by George's son Alan:
For most of his 75 years, George was a bandsman: marching to; listening to; or playing band music.
It is somehow ironic that band music should have been such a significant part of his life, since the regimentation and precision it represents was so contrary to his disdain for pomp and circumstance. His idea of formality was a bolo tie.
Three things capture the essential George Bonney:
First, he was friendly and outgoing. He dearly loved people and would talk for hours if given the chance. His friends were on equal footing with his family: everybody was important to George.
Second, he was dedicated and involved. No mere joiner was George. He was always willing to help: no matter what the task or whenever the call, he was willing to step forward and help. Perhaps someone had him in mind when they coined the phrase, "Let George do it." He always did.
Finally, and perhaps most important, he had a willingness and ability to make people laugh. He undoubtedly considered his most important task in life to be that of making others smile. The impish grin that followed one of his dumb jokes can hardly be forgotten.
He was quick-witted and no one was spared his dry, razor-sharp humor. When he knew he had a line that worked, it was, in his favorite expression, "like a bad penny"—it just kept coming back. He nearly drove a good friend to distraction when, on a weekly basis, he'd ask "Have you heard of the hereafter?" She knew the answer would always be, "If you're not on time, you'll be hereafter we leave."
Were George to return right now, he'd mingle in a group just waiting for someone to ask, "What happened, George?" With all seriousness he'd reply, "I fell into a vat of beer." "Didn't you drown?" they'd ask. "Not right away," he'd say with a twinkle in his eye, "had to get out twice to go to the bathroom."
That's the way he'd have approached his passing. George loved life and loved to laugh. He was a unique and special individual: a good husband and father, a valuable friend and a hard worker. He was, in short, a good human being.
Married aft1930
They had 2 children:
Alan Ray and Marsha Marie.
------
Memorial dedicated by George's son Alan:
For most of his 75 years, George was a bandsman: marching to; listening to; or playing band music.
It is somehow ironic that band music should have been such a significant part of his life, since the regimentation and precision it represents was so contrary to his disdain for pomp and circumstance. His idea of formality was a bolo tie.
Three things capture the essential George Bonney:
First, he was friendly and outgoing. He dearly loved people and would talk for hours if given the chance. His friends were on equal footing with his family: everybody was important to George.
Second, he was dedicated and involved. No mere joiner was George. He was always willing to help: no matter what the task or whenever the call, he was willing to step forward and help. Perhaps someone had him in mind when they coined the phrase, "Let George do it." He always did.
Finally, and perhaps most important, he had a willingness and ability to make people laugh. He undoubtedly considered his most important task in life to be that of making others smile. The impish grin that followed one of his dumb jokes can hardly be forgotten.
He was quick-witted and no one was spared his dry, razor-sharp humor. When he knew he had a line that worked, it was, in his favorite expression, "like a bad penny"—it just kept coming back. He nearly drove a good friend to distraction when, on a weekly basis, he'd ask "Have you heard of the hereafter?" She knew the answer would always be, "If you're not on time, you'll be hereafter we leave."
Were George to return right now, he'd mingle in a group just waiting for someone to ask, "What happened, George?" With all seriousness he'd reply, "I fell into a vat of beer." "Didn't you drown?" they'd ask. "Not right away," he'd say with a twinkle in his eye, "had to get out twice to go to the bathroom."
That's the way he'd have approached his passing. George loved life and loved to laugh. He was a unique and special individual: a good husband and father, a valuable friend and a hard worker. He was, in short, a good human being.
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