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The Suburbanite
  • Letter to the Editor, Goodbye, Mr. Springfield

  • George Pounders passed away May 29 at the age of 63. I first met George in Spanish I class at Springfield High School. He was a freshman and I, a junior. We became friends but I would never have guessed that our friendship would span a lifetime. Our friendship forgave each other’s flaws and idiosyncrasies and embraced the good.

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  • George Pounders passed away May 29 at the age of 63. I first met George in Spanish I class at Springfield High School. He was a freshman and I, a junior. We became friends but I would never have guessed that our friendship would span a lifetime. Our friendship forgave each other’s flaws and idiosyncrasies and embraced the good.
    George was a man of integrity, kindness and fine character. As a friend, he never stabbed you in the back but covered it instead. He seemed to just know when someone needed him – an elderly or homebound person would find George on their doorstep to brighten their day by just listening or joining in with one of his embellished stories to bring a smile and a bit of sunshine to their day. One of George’s favorite haunts was the Hartville Marketplace. How many of you experienced a George driveway visit when he would pull in on his way home from the market and gab to share some fruit with you?
    If help was needed, George would drop everything to volunteer his time and assistance.
    George always wanted to make life better. He encouraged us to embrace past successes and to use them as a guideline for issues in the present and to remember past failures and not repeat. To that end, he made himself a local historian by both reading and listening intently to the stories of the past. He attended all types of political forums and had the courage to voice his convictions and to pen many letters over the years to The Suburbanite. He was thankful for the freedoms that were his American birthright and was ever grateful to those that protected them. Throughout his life, he worked tirelessly and cheerfully to show his appreciation for and on behalf of the military and its veterans.
    George never had children of his own but countless community young adults were encouraged by his words and physical presence at school functions. He was most proud of his days working in law enforcement and with the fire department. Yes, non believers, he really did!
    Our hearts are heavy. My family and I are on the shore as your ship departs, waving until it disappears on the horizon. We smile as we envision you reaching your destination. Family and friends have been awaiting your arrival and as your ship appears you can hear them shouting, “Here Comes George!”
    Thank you, George of your loyalty and friendship all these years. You’re now secure in the loving arms of our Savior.
    Auf Wiedersehen dear friend.
    Joan (Killian) and Jim Fisk
    Dr. Jen Fath and Dr. Hai Pham
    Dr. Michael and Sara Benoit