Father George Memorial
Memories of times we have shared with Father George
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Blessing of Hands
The significance of this blessing was not lost on the young adults of the youth group. Those blessing hands, those working hands were passing on both his faith and his service.
Joining in the fun and games with the 3in1 Youth Group
This was a game of “Catch the Oreo” (other baked comestibles are available). The object of the game is to move the biscuit from ones forehead to mouth without using hands, arms, feet, etc. We have this on video as well!
Garden Crown
A double seal of approval from the two Rockin’ Robins
The box crown was decorated for the feast of Christ the King and the the visiting dignitaries caught on camera
Music Night
Music was his joy.
This was one of the monthly music nights with the boys and girls in the band.
Blockwork at Holy Cross
The fire escape door at the back of the sacristy had to be removed. So, old door out, double skin blockwork and second hand window to fill the void.
External wall rendered and painted.
Good head for heights
Always careful but not timid he sometimes needed a reminder to make full use of the safety equipment available.
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Thank you Father George!
It was thanks to him that seven years ago I returned to prayer and the Church. The atmosphere he created was incredible, and he made me feel safe and welcome in the church. Thank you, Father George, for restoring my faith, for the conversations that contributed so much to my life, and for all the beautiful things that have happened because of it. See you on the other side❤️
Father George’s vocation was not as straightforward as might have appeared. In the years since his return to our parish we spent a lot of time together, a surprising amount of that on long lunches and large mugs of tea with our friend Alan putting the world to rights. The bench outside the Coop on Long St. Wotton was where we ate our pasties counting the number of friends and parishioners we saw. His priestly vocation we all recognised. When asked what if not, he would have been a builder using the skills he learnt from his Dad. I guess we saw that as well, he could turn his hand to anything. If his vocation was marriage, his home would have been full of music and laughter. He was a teacher, not just of the faith but about life and our place in it. His visits to our schools were amazing, they all wanted a piece of him and he had time for all. How many time have you heard from strangers “he taught me to play guitar”. Above all he was an enabler of people. He had the ability to draw out the inner person and give them permission to be themselves.
My best friend.
1982, Pope John Paul II visited England. That summer we took a coach from Holy Cross to Coventry Airport to attend Mass with Pope John Paul. As we walked to the Airfield we sang hymns led by Father George playing his guitar. Such very special day with wonderful happy memories.
My memories of Fr George go way back to our childhood I Holy Cross. He was an alter server along side my brother, no girls aloud then, and our families were good friends. I was overjoyed when he returned as parish Priest. Miss him so very much. God bless Natalina and all the family. X
I was one of Father George’s alter servers back in runcorn at St Augustine’s when he was there. He was always a kind, caring and understanding soul. Always made mass accessible and fun for kids and created a safe and loving environment for everyone. He was there for the big moments such as my sisters wedding, to the everyday dramas such as changing the tire on my mams car when she got a flat. He truly served the people in his community and made the world a better place. Absolute legend.
Fr George and myself were students at Heythrop together back in the 1970s. I wasn’t good at keeping in touch once we were both ordained and given our various missions, but hearing of his death reminds me of long walks together, and confirms that this good and kind man has kept a quiet place in my heart. Be sure of my prayers, particularly on October 10th.
I remember when father george came to CTK as a young curate.He was dressed in leather gear and riding a motor bike.A Heaven’s Angel I thought.He was always wonderful with his music and great with our children.We used to sing a song called City of New Orleans.Some of the lyrics were 3 Conductors 25 sacks of mail.George’s version was FREAK inductors.When he came back to us we had a great laugh over that.
Fr George had a great rapport with children and spent a lot of time when here as a curate teaching guitar and singing with the youngsters in school. It was wonderful to have him back doing the same again. He loved to involve the children in our Masses, encouraging them to take part and be involved.
His friendly welcoming presence will be greatly missed.
My family & I send love and deepest sympathy to Fr George’s family and Christ the King parishioners.
We remember how Fr George was kind & comforting when he held the requiem mass for my husband in March 2024.
We pray for his soul to rest in peace🙏
Parishioners will always remember Father George. He made us one big family, he had the skill and love to involve us all in a celebration of our faith no matter what.
He loved to listen to your stories of random meetings. Our random encounter was on the other side of the country, his when he was on holiday and bumped into 3 different fellow parishioners who had long since moved away. Once met, always remembered.