George Walter "Dub" Alexander was born in Lane, Atoka, Oklahoma to Robert E. L. Alexander and Julia Amanda (Henslee) Alexander on August 30, 1919.

His father, Robert, owned and operated a farm; prior to buying the farm Robert worked as a track laborer and later track foreman building railroads across Texas. Dub was the eighth of ten children, six boys (one died as an infant) and four girls. As was common in rural life, he began working on the farm at an early age learning to handle draft horses, milk cows, and to take care of the work of farming, raising livestock, gardening, and caring for an orchard. He learned to operate tractors and earth working equipment, and became a skilled driver of heavy trucks; he also learned to maintain and repair all the equipment. As a young teenager he worked as a cowboy on a neighboring ranch, herding, roping, branding, and the other tasks inherent in that work; he enjoyed the "cowboy" life and would have loved to own a ranch of his own, but it was never to be.

During the Great Depression and the Dust Bowl, though Robert's fram was still productive, his wife had health problems that required a dry warm climate. So he sold his farm and the entire Alexander family, including Dub and his wife Louise and daughter Virginia, moved from Oklahoma to Hemet, California in farm trucks much as described in Steinbeck's "Grapes of Wrath." Robert and the oldest son Miles bought a grocery store and operated that while the other sons and sons-in-law worked the vegetable fields. Dub worked driving loads of vegetables from the fields to the packing sheds. Bechtel Corporation was recruiting drivers at a good rate of pay to work on the Horseshoe Dam on the Verde River in Arizona, so Dub took that opportunity. When the dam was completed Bechtel had started another contract to remove the overburden and construct the Castle Dome Mine in Pinto Valley near Miami, Arizona. Dub moved to that job, and when it was finishing up was hired by the mine owner, Miami Copper Company, as a special driver, which meant that he would drive highway trucks including freight trucks, semi's, cherry pickers, drill trucks, the limousine for visiting dignitaries, and the armored car used to transport gold bullion.

In 1942 at the outbreak of World War II he was drafted into the Army. He hauled bombs and other munitions from the plants to the docks at San Pedro. He drove twelve hour days, seven days a week, which was difficult since the heavy army vehicles had no power steering, shift, or brakes, rough suspension, and no air seats. In early 1945 he developed swelling in all his joints and he was hospitalized, and after evaluation, given a medical discharge. With rest his condition improved and he returned to his job at Castle Dome. When the company became aware that he had heavy duty mechanical skills they offered him a job in the Caterpillar dozer shop, where he worked for over thirty years becoming the shop supervisor.

He and Louise raised their four children in Miami. They bought a small house in Globe Canyon where dad was able to have corrals and a barn where he kept two to four horses, raised a calf or two and a pig each year, and kept a milk cow. He planted a few fruit trees, and raised chickens and rabbits. He would use part of his vacation each year to work as cowboy on Alf Devore's Cherry Creek Ranch, and occasionally would do similar work for other area ranchers. He worked hard to support his family, doing auto repairs on evenings and weekends. He hunted, was a good hunter and fisherman, and all the family vacations were camping and fishing trips to various parts of Arizona, but at least once a year they camped on the Verde River at Clear Creek, a few miles south of Camp Verde.

Upon retirement he and Louise bought six and one-half acres south of Camp Verde, Arizona, just across the river from his favorite camping spot. There he built a home, planted alfalfa, raised calves, and kept his horses. He planted a large orchard and garden and kept busy fixing up and taking care of his place. He made many new friends in their new home and was generally called Alex by most of the people in Camp Verde, the family and long-time friends continued to call him Dub. He literally worked up to the hour he died suddenly of a heart attack; he had been out whacking weeds and came inside to cool off in his favorite chair chatting with Louise when he suffered a single sharp pain and died instantly. He passed away on July 12, 1993, on his little "ranchette" near Camp Verde, Yavapai, Arizona.