George was born in Washington DC to Jesse M. and Marry Ellen Hopkins. He was 5th in line of 7 children. He grew up in a NW neighborhood of Washington DC, near the Maryland border and Friendship Heights. He attended Saint Ann's parochial school on Wisconsin Ave, where he was an alter boy and both a cub scout and a boy scout, which he attended with his father who was a scout leader. He went to Alice Deal Jr. High and then Wilson High School before transferring to Northwestern High School where he graduated. George was also a redhead, and was (lovingly) teased about having that famous redheaded temper.
George always worked hard, as a boy he got and kept a paper route for years. Then, around 12-13, he got the local gas station to hire him and they quickly nicknamed him Red. He worked there until the family moved away when he was 16.
Shortly after high school he joined the service, did his time, got out, got married, got a job. But eventually he went back into the service and became a lifer. In the service he got the nickname Hoppy, just like his dad had. He served time in Viet Nam during the spraying of agent orange. He escaped Viet Nam in one piece but could not escape the ravages of the agent orange. It eventually destroyed his nervous system,and is ultimately what killed him at 55 years of age.
Later, back in the states, he was a Drill Sargent. They were stationed in Hawaii for a long time, and while there he raised tropical birds. He also liked to do woodworking, often making things for His wife, Nancy. George loved life and loved his family immensely. Nancy, his wife, was his one and only love, and his sweetheart, till the day he died. She was his soul-mate, his other half, and his children were the center of his life.
He sadly left behind his Nancy, his son Brian, and his daughter Lisa. Also surviving him were his father, Jesse M. Hopkins, five sisters and a brother.
George was preceded in death by his mother Mary Ellen Hopkins, and two nephews, Michael Shelton Davis and James Anthony Davis. May they all rest in peace.
He was a very good man. He will be missed, always.
George always worked hard, as a boy he got and kept a paper route for years. Then, around 12-13, he got the local gas station to hire him and they quickly nicknamed him Red. He worked there until the family moved away when he was 16.
Shortly after high school he joined the service, did his time, got out, got married, got a job. But eventually he went back into the service and became a lifer. In the service he got the nickname Hoppy, just like his dad had. He served time in Viet Nam during the spraying of agent orange. He escaped Viet Nam in one piece but could not escape the ravages of the agent orange. It eventually destroyed his nervous system,and is ultimately what killed him at 55 years of age.
Later, back in the states, he was a Drill Sargent. They were stationed in Hawaii for a long time, and while there he raised tropical birds. He also liked to do woodworking, often making things for His wife, Nancy. George loved life and loved his family immensely. Nancy, his wife, was his one and only love, and his sweetheart, till the day he died. She was his soul-mate, his other half, and his children were the center of his life.
He sadly left behind his Nancy, his son Brian, and his daughter Lisa. Also surviving him were his father, Jesse M. Hopkins, five sisters and a brother.
George was preceded in death by his mother Mary Ellen Hopkins, and two nephews, Michael Shelton Davis and James Anthony Davis. May they all rest in peace.
He was a very good man. He will be missed, always.
George was born in Washington DC to Jesse M. and Marry Ellen Hopkins. He was 5th in line of 7 children. He grew up in a NW neighborhood of Washington DC, near the Maryland border and Friendship Heights. He attended Saint Ann's parochial school on Wisconsin Ave, where he was an alter boy and both a cub scout and a boy scout, which he attended with his father who was a scout leader. He went to Alice Deal Jr. High and then Wilson High School before transferring to Northwestern High School where he graduated. George was also a redhead, and was (lovingly) teased about having that famous redheaded temper.
George always worked hard, as a boy he got and kept a paper route for years. Then, around 12-13, he got the local gas station to hire him and they quickly nicknamed him Red. He worked there until the family moved away when he was 16.
Shortly after high school he joined the service, did his time, got out, got married, got a job. But eventually he went back into the service and became a lifer. In the service he got the nickname Hoppy, just like his dad had. He served time in Viet Nam during the spraying of agent orange. He escaped Viet Nam in one piece but could not escape the ravages of the agent orange. It eventually destroyed his nervous system,and is ultimately what killed him at 55 years of age.
Later, back in the states, he was a Drill Sargent. They were stationed in Hawaii for a long time, and while there he raised tropical birds. He also liked to do woodworking, often making things for His wife, Nancy. George loved life and loved his family immensely. Nancy, his wife, was his one and only love, and his sweetheart, till the day he died. She was his soul-mate, his other half, and his children were the center of his life.
He sadly left behind his Nancy, his son Brian, and his daughter Lisa. Also surviving him were his father, Jesse M. Hopkins, five sisters and a brother.
George was preceded in death by his mother Mary Ellen Hopkins, and two nephews, Michael Shelton Davis and James Anthony Davis. May they all rest in peace.
He was a very good man. He will be missed, always.
George always worked hard, as a boy he got and kept a paper route for years. Then, around 12-13, he got the local gas station to hire him and they quickly nicknamed him Red. He worked there until the family moved away when he was 16.
Shortly after high school he joined the service, did his time, got out, got married, got a job. But eventually he went back into the service and became a lifer. In the service he got the nickname Hoppy, just like his dad had. He served time in Viet Nam during the spraying of agent orange. He escaped Viet Nam in one piece but could not escape the ravages of the agent orange. It eventually destroyed his nervous system,and is ultimately what killed him at 55 years of age.
Later, back in the states, he was a Drill Sargent. They were stationed in Hawaii for a long time, and while there he raised tropical birds. He also liked to do woodworking, often making things for His wife, Nancy. George loved life and loved his family immensely. Nancy, his wife, was his one and only love, and his sweetheart, till the day he died. She was his soul-mate, his other half, and his children were the center of his life.
He sadly left behind his Nancy, his son Brian, and his daughter Lisa. Also surviving him were his father, Jesse M. Hopkins, five sisters and a brother.
George was preceded in death by his mother Mary Ellen Hopkins, and two nephews, Michael Shelton Davis and James Anthony Davis. May they all rest in peace.
He was a very good man. He will be missed, always.
