The attached photo shows George, Artie and friends in Turkey some years ago. George was unique, totally his own man, marching to his own drummer. When traveling with him it was not unusual for us to look around and ask: “Where is George”, after he had wandered off in pursuit of something intriguing. Yes, he did love cars and we have particularly fond memories of the Cadillac and VW wagon pictured below. We went camping with George in the Cadillac. After taking this monster up and down rocky dirt roads in the Sierras George had to invest in new shocks. As usual George was undaunted. After we were all first married in the sixties George picked up the VW in Germany and we traveled together first visiting my home town, Amsterdam, and then going on to France where we had memorable meals and great wine. We have fond memories of visiting the champagne cellars in Reims and Carol has not so fond memories of George’s reluctance to stop and find a ladies bathroom. In those days, in France, us guys just went behind a tree along the road. We will miss him.
Henk and Carol Peeters
