Celebrating George Thomas Nolan
Father, Husband, Brother, Uncle, Coach, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Activist
My sisters were anticipating a doll for Christmas, when I was born on December 24, 1940, Bay Shore, New York. My parents separated when I was two years old, so I was raised by a single parent and a very feisty grandmother. My childhood was not an easy one and of course, I would get into trouble now and then, from sling shotting the street lights to raiding the girl scout camp, I made it exciting for my mother and grandmother. In our small town of Bayport, New York, the community took care of you.
In the 1950s, it was a choice a young man could take, and that would be go to jail or join the Army. I joined the Army and was stationed in Germany, where I became a helicopter mechanic. With this knowledge, it put me on the path of airline mechanic at Braniff Airlines in the 1960s. What a wonderful life at Braniff. Once, I was a shop steward and was loved by everyone (NOT!) Braniff was always a part of my life with great friends and co-workers. Unfortunately, Braniff went bankrupt (twice) thanks to a certain other airline and my future employment was DalFort and Express One.
I loved sports and particularly soccer, playing the great game until I was 49. I also enjoyed coaching soccer, and was very active in coaching my son's teams and helped my daughter's teams. I also loved skydiving, bungie jumping, zip lining and other extreme sports. Tim was born and Bobbye asked me to stop skydiving in 1967. I had 97 logged jumps at the time. I had to break 100, so, I did what any normal person would do and start skydiving again in my 60s, making my final jump at 66.
Retirement came in 2006, Bobbye was given the opportunity to work as a speech therapist for the Ministry of Education in New Zealand. New Zealand people and their beautiful land gave us so much happiness: joy that Bobbye and I have never had before. Thank you, New Zealand for letting us flourish.
In 2009, after returning home from New Zealand, our daughter, Cari, aged 38, died instantly with arrhythmia. We had a life that no longer contained her - just our treasured memories. Exactly four months to the day Cari died, our house of 37 years, went up in flames. We lost everything, we lost all of Cari's possessions, and we were in total despair.
After Cari's death, I was put on a new path of defending social justice. Helping in campaigns by knocking on doors, getting signatures to register to vote, precinct chairman, you name it, I was passionate for fairness and equality. My passion paid off with one of my final happiness moments. Colin Allred asked me to speak at a medical roundtable to lower prescription drugs, and Speaker of the House attended and give me a challenge coin and a hug.
I am preceded in death of my parents, George Ambrose Nolan and Gladys Fox Shafer, and my blessed daughter, Cari Ann (Nolan) Slider, taken away too soon. I leave behind my partner in crime and bickering of 55 years, Bobbye Nolan, and my most faithful son, Tim J. Nolan. I give my final hugs and kisses to Tim's wonderful family, Tim's wife, Laurie (Stone), and my grandchildren, Leah, Emma, and Nathan. The hardest goodbye is to Cari's daughter, Abigail (Slider), our first grandchild. Remember your mom watches over you and I will too. More goodbye hugs and kisses to all my nieces and nephews and Bobbye's family.
George Thomas Nolan, devoted father, husband, brother, friend and fierce defender of democracy, passed peacefully in his sleep on August 12, 2022. He was politically active, gutsy, a bit ornery and loved by so many. You and Cari are together again.
Father, Husband, Brother, Uncle, Coach, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Activist
My sisters were anticipating a doll for Christmas, when I was born on December 24, 1940, Bay Shore, New York. My parents separated when I was two years old, so I was raised by a single parent and a very feisty grandmother. My childhood was not an easy one and of course, I would get into trouble now and then, from sling shotting the street lights to raiding the girl scout camp, I made it exciting for my mother and grandmother. In our small town of Bayport, New York, the community took care of you.
In the 1950s, it was a choice a young man could take, and that would be go to jail or join the Army. I joined the Army and was stationed in Germany, where I became a helicopter mechanic. With this knowledge, it put me on the path of airline mechanic at Braniff Airlines in the 1960s. What a wonderful life at Braniff. Once, I was a shop steward and was loved by everyone (NOT!) Braniff was always a part of my life with great friends and co-workers. Unfortunately, Braniff went bankrupt (twice) thanks to a certain other airline and my future employment was DalFort and Express One.
I loved sports and particularly soccer, playing the great game until I was 49. I also enjoyed coaching soccer, and was very active in coaching my son's teams and helped my daughter's teams. I also loved skydiving, bungie jumping, zip lining and other extreme sports. Tim was born and Bobbye asked me to stop skydiving in 1967. I had 97 logged jumps at the time. I had to break 100, so, I did what any normal person would do and start skydiving again in my 60s, making my final jump at 66.
Retirement came in 2006, Bobbye was given the opportunity to work as a speech therapist for the Ministry of Education in New Zealand. New Zealand people and their beautiful land gave us so much happiness: joy that Bobbye and I have never had before. Thank you, New Zealand for letting us flourish.
In 2009, after returning home from New Zealand, our daughter, Cari, aged 38, died instantly with arrhythmia. We had a life that no longer contained her - just our treasured memories. Exactly four months to the day Cari died, our house of 37 years, went up in flames. We lost everything, we lost all of Cari's possessions, and we were in total despair.
After Cari's death, I was put on a new path of defending social justice. Helping in campaigns by knocking on doors, getting signatures to register to vote, precinct chairman, you name it, I was passionate for fairness and equality. My passion paid off with one of my final happiness moments. Colin Allred asked me to speak at a medical roundtable to lower prescription drugs, and Speaker of the House attended and give me a challenge coin and a hug.
I am preceded in death of my parents, George Ambrose Nolan and Gladys Fox Shafer, and my blessed daughter, Cari Ann (Nolan) Slider, taken away too soon. I leave behind my partner in crime and bickering of 55 years, Bobbye Nolan, and my most faithful son, Tim J. Nolan. I give my final hugs and kisses to Tim's wonderful family, Tim's wife, Laurie (Stone), and my grandchildren, Leah, Emma, and Nathan. The hardest goodbye is to Cari's daughter, Abigail (Slider), our first grandchild. Remember your mom watches over you and I will too. More goodbye hugs and kisses to all my nieces and nephews and Bobbye's family.
George Thomas Nolan, devoted father, husband, brother, friend and fierce defender of democracy, passed peacefully in his sleep on August 12, 2022. He was politically active, gutsy, a bit ornery and loved by so many. You and Cari are together again.
Celebrating George Thomas Nolan
Father, Husband, Brother, Uncle, Coach, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Activist
My sisters were anticipating a doll for Christmas, when I was born on December 24, 1940, Bay Shore, New York. My parents separated when I was two years old, so I was raised by a single parent and a very feisty grandmother. My childhood was not an easy one and of course, I would get into trouble now and then, from sling shotting the street lights to raiding the girl scout camp, I made it exciting for my mother and grandmother. In our small town of Bayport, New York, the community took care of you.
In the 1950s, it was a choice a young man could take, and that would be go to jail or join the Army. I joined the Army and was stationed in Germany, where I became a helicopter mechanic. With this knowledge, it put me on the path of airline mechanic at Braniff Airlines in the 1960s. What a wonderful life at Braniff. Once, I was a shop steward and was loved by everyone (NOT!) Braniff was always a part of my life with great friends and co-workers. Unfortunately, Braniff went bankrupt (twice) thanks to a certain other airline and my future employment was DalFort and Express One.
I loved sports and particularly soccer, playing the great game until I was 49. I also enjoyed coaching soccer, and was very active in coaching my son's teams and helped my daughter's teams. I also loved skydiving, bungie jumping, zip lining and other extreme sports. Tim was born and Bobbye asked me to stop skydiving in 1967. I had 97 logged jumps at the time. I had to break 100, so, I did what any normal person would do and start skydiving again in my 60s, making my final jump at 66.
Retirement came in 2006, Bobbye was given the opportunity to work as a speech therapist for the Ministry of Education in New Zealand. New Zealand people and their beautiful land gave us so much happiness: joy that Bobbye and I have never had before. Thank you, New Zealand for letting us flourish.
In 2009, after returning home from New Zealand, our daughter, Cari, aged 38, died instantly with arrhythmia. We had a life that no longer contained her - just our treasured memories. Exactly four months to the day Cari died, our house of 37 years, went up in flames. We lost everything, we lost all of Cari's possessions, and we were in total despair.
After Cari's death, I was put on a new path of defending social justice. Helping in campaigns by knocking on doors, getting signatures to register to vote, precinct chairman, you name it, I was passionate for fairness and equality. My passion paid off with one of my final happiness moments. Colin Allred asked me to speak at a medical roundtable to lower prescription drugs, and Speaker of the House attended and give me a challenge coin and a hug.
I am preceded in death of my parents, George Ambrose Nolan and Gladys Fox Shafer, and my blessed daughter, Cari Ann (Nolan) Slider, taken away too soon. I leave behind my partner in crime and bickering of 55 years, Bobbye Nolan, and my most faithful son, Tim J. Nolan. I give my final hugs and kisses to Tim's wonderful family, Tim's wife, Laurie (Stone), and my grandchildren, Leah, Emma, and Nathan. The hardest goodbye is to Cari's daughter, Abigail (Slider), our first grandchild. Remember your mom watches over you and I will too. More goodbye hugs and kisses to all my nieces and nephews and Bobbye's family.
George Thomas Nolan, devoted father, husband, brother, friend and fierce defender of democracy, passed peacefully in his sleep on August 12, 2022. He was politically active, gutsy, a bit ornery and loved by so many. You and Cari are together again.
Father, Husband, Brother, Uncle, Coach, Extreme Sports Enthusiast, Activist
My sisters were anticipating a doll for Christmas, when I was born on December 24, 1940, Bay Shore, New York. My parents separated when I was two years old, so I was raised by a single parent and a very feisty grandmother. My childhood was not an easy one and of course, I would get into trouble now and then, from sling shotting the street lights to raiding the girl scout camp, I made it exciting for my mother and grandmother. In our small town of Bayport, New York, the community took care of you.
In the 1950s, it was a choice a young man could take, and that would be go to jail or join the Army. I joined the Army and was stationed in Germany, where I became a helicopter mechanic. With this knowledge, it put me on the path of airline mechanic at Braniff Airlines in the 1960s. What a wonderful life at Braniff. Once, I was a shop steward and was loved by everyone (NOT!) Braniff was always a part of my life with great friends and co-workers. Unfortunately, Braniff went bankrupt (twice) thanks to a certain other airline and my future employment was DalFort and Express One.
I loved sports and particularly soccer, playing the great game until I was 49. I also enjoyed coaching soccer, and was very active in coaching my son's teams and helped my daughter's teams. I also loved skydiving, bungie jumping, zip lining and other extreme sports. Tim was born and Bobbye asked me to stop skydiving in 1967. I had 97 logged jumps at the time. I had to break 100, so, I did what any normal person would do and start skydiving again in my 60s, making my final jump at 66.
Retirement came in 2006, Bobbye was given the opportunity to work as a speech therapist for the Ministry of Education in New Zealand. New Zealand people and their beautiful land gave us so much happiness: joy that Bobbye and I have never had before. Thank you, New Zealand for letting us flourish.
In 2009, after returning home from New Zealand, our daughter, Cari, aged 38, died instantly with arrhythmia. We had a life that no longer contained her - just our treasured memories. Exactly four months to the day Cari died, our house of 37 years, went up in flames. We lost everything, we lost all of Cari's possessions, and we were in total despair.
After Cari's death, I was put on a new path of defending social justice. Helping in campaigns by knocking on doors, getting signatures to register to vote, precinct chairman, you name it, I was passionate for fairness and equality. My passion paid off with one of my final happiness moments. Colin Allred asked me to speak at a medical roundtable to lower prescription drugs, and Speaker of the House attended and give me a challenge coin and a hug.
I am preceded in death of my parents, George Ambrose Nolan and Gladys Fox Shafer, and my blessed daughter, Cari Ann (Nolan) Slider, taken away too soon. I leave behind my partner in crime and bickering of 55 years, Bobbye Nolan, and my most faithful son, Tim J. Nolan. I give my final hugs and kisses to Tim's wonderful family, Tim's wife, Laurie (Stone), and my grandchildren, Leah, Emma, and Nathan. The hardest goodbye is to Cari's daughter, Abigail (Slider), our first grandchild. Remember your mom watches over you and I will too. More goodbye hugs and kisses to all my nieces and nephews and Bobbye's family.
George Thomas Nolan, devoted father, husband, brother, friend and fierce defender of democracy, passed peacefully in his sleep on August 12, 2022. He was politically active, gutsy, a bit ornery and loved by so many. You and Cari are together again.
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December 24, 1940
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May 5, 1945
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