George Allan Henry

I only knew George through his daughter Ruth and his son Bob. Truly delightful folks. Ruth spoke of him very highly, but I never had the pleasure to meet him. If his children are any indicator, he must have been a wonderful gent. I'm sorry to the family to the loss.

so sorry to hear about George
prayers for family
Nan Bridges

Ruth,
My thoughts are with you.

Rest in peace Dad you will be missed by the many who loved you. I have fond memories of traveling with you and Bob from Mom's house to Dad's house--be it Rochester, Malone, or Weedsport--and back again. Pilot, Copilot, and Navigator. Listening to 50s Rock & Roll on your old tape recorder. Learning to recite 'The Raven", "Annabel Lee" and other Edgar Allen Poe poems. Dad teaching me the words to "The Battle of New Orleans". Listening to stories about American History like where sideburns...

I didn't have the pleasure of knowing George very long but I immediately knew he was a wonderful person and a very good neighbor. Hickory Hills has lost a great person. Will miss you George. Marie & Bob Minter

Dear Myra and family,
I was saddened to hear the news of George's passing. He was a kind man and dedicated CSLAP volunteer. His gift of time to the Kasoag Lake Association and NYSFOLA is very much appreciated. He is missed.

Some of my most vivid memories of dad are sitting in a boat on a lake somewhere or along a river, fishing for hours. Almost all those trips ended with me catching nothing and dad pulling in one fish after the other. When things got boring on a fishing trip or any trip for that matter, dad would tell stories, start singing and/or reciting poetry in the way only he could. I also remember walking through the woods with him as he trained one of his dogs for bird hunting. I always admired how...

You were always my grandfather, even if I wasn't your direct granddaughter you treated me as such, with love and a warm smile always. I remember our days together like it was yesterday, sitting in your dining room table arching out the window naming the birds, or your stories about history and the old days.. Even our four wheeler rides on the paths and into the fields, that one time you we're so Worried about me going over that dirt hill, but I made it without a scratch, you we're the One who...