TErry, Judy and Family

Marivern and I share our deep sympathy at the loss of your dad. I regret that my rather ridiculous schedule prevents me from making a trip to Helena to be with you tomorrow. (Indeed, I have been on the road in Ohio and did not get back to Laramie until late last night.)
Uncle George was a larger than life figure for me. He and June were always such wonderful hosts for our family, way back to your days in Hazen, then in Dickinson and finally in Helena. As a kid, I always looked up to him as one of those larger than life, Paul Bunyan type figures, as much legend to me as reality. He always seemed to be a bit bigger than other folks, whether rescuing people from drowning while building the bridge for the golf course in Hazen or simply walking down the driveway to greet us.
That welcoming spirit defined him throughout his life. I showed up at his door fairly often, first as a member of my family and later on my own, and he always seemed happy to see me and whomever it was I was traveling with at the time. George welcomed a lot of folks in his life, without judgment of their circumstances.
It is true, of course, that one could run afoul of his sensibilities, but that mostly happened on the golf course when one committed one of the two almost unpardonable sins, i.e., either playing even a bit too slowly or, shudder the thought, forgetting to shout out one’s score immediately after the ball hit the bottom of the cup. I suppose he never considered the possiblity that some of us (especially yours truly, the one who, by a considerable margin, was the weakest golfer of any to carry the Easton name) might not be so proud of our score that we wanted to shout it for all to hear!
Your hearts ache, I am sure, to let the giant of a man go. Hard as it is for all of us, it is of course comforting to know that he is with his beloved Junie once again.
Your dad has always been part of a team, from my perspective. For my sisters and me, it was always “George and June.” It was the truest and solidest pairing I have run across in my half century (plus) roaming this planet. Sadly, some of the other pairings did not last. But “George and June” are an eternal team. Both of them were wonderful and memorable individuals, of course, and they were by no means two from the same mold. But they were, and are, a team for eternity. In this age, that is a hell of an accomplishment.
So is raising a bunch of great kids. Each of you is a tribute to your parents. It is an honor for me to share a last name with you.
Let’s figure out ways to run into each other in the coming years, okay? I treasure each of you and miss you. I have wandered a bit, so I don’t see you as often as I used to, and I very much miss that.

Love,
Steve (and Marivern)

Janet Herold

We are sorry to learn of George’s passing. We hope that it is of solace however, knowing that he and June are together again. We hold so many fond memories of our long friendship and many golf games and “Friday evenings” at GMCC.

Very best,

Brian & Jean Peacock