He was the child of George Childs and Barbara Jane Noonan. Born in Massachusetts, he took this as an omen that he was to be patriot and a defender of the spirit of 1776. This is, perhaps, what made him a life long rebel and a problem for both of his parents.
An engaging personality, a rapier-like intellect and a determination to have his way with every problem often led to stunning success, but more often led to a compounding of problems until they became overwhelming. George was the archetype of the black sheep of the family. But for all the trouble which followed and surrounded him, he could also bring gifts beyond price to those who knew him.
As his mother pointed out shortly before her own death in 2003, without “Georgie” in our lives, we would have had fewer adventures, and learned far less of the world and what was in it. The world, when George was leading the way, was an enchanted fairy tale – even though such tales often led to an ogre or other peril, they also led to magic castles, and dreams to astound. It was, after all, George who introduced me to that great consolation of my life, The Lord of the Rings – and he who built ever more incredible stories upon even that sublime foundation.
George had his own demons and could not shake them. In the end, they played a role in leading him to the path upon which he found his end – but his end was, nevertheless, brought about by a man who decided that George’s life was not worth anything. It was a savage, brutal attack which ended the life of our brother. The prayers of our family, now that our brother has gone, will be for the salvation of this man of wicked deed, yet still capable of salvation.
George is survived by his daughter, two grand-children (one just three weeks old – a lovely, little girl who has her grand-father’s chin), two sisters and three brothers. We here in the Noonan family thank all of you for your prayers during this time and wish all the best in the world for you.
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