George Alexander McLean

I have been fortunate over the last several years to be able to make at least four trips down with my daughter Mareeca to visit Grandpa George. We packed up my car, and started a road trip from Longview, WA which is about five hours from Ashland, OR, where we would make a pit stop and stay with Aunt Flora (which she was so gracious to let us stay with her), on the trip down. We would then proceed again another five to six hours to stay with my mom in Shingle Springs, CA. On the trip back again, Flora would let us stay once again with her in Ashland, OR, and then we would head home. We weathered those several trips so we could spend some time and so Mareeca could get to know Great Grandpa George a little better. These memories will be cherished by Mareeca and I forever. This is a picture of Grandpa, Mareeca and I on Grandma's bench in the Cameron Lake Park on one of those special trips. Grandpa will never be forgotten.....  

Sorry ahead of time to all the cousins, here's a picture of us all with Grandpa and Grandma at the 50th Wedding Anniversary Party in February 1991. It was a wonderful get together and both he and Grandma will be greatly missed by us all......

Here's a photo of Grandpa and I at the 50th wedding anniversary party in February 1991, we swing danced together that evening, man he could sure dance....  

Grandpa George was always like a father to me, as when my father was serving in the marines and would serve overseas, we would stay with him during those times, this is a picture of me and him when I came home from the hospital. He also used to have a hard time sleeping, and during those first few months when I was born, he would get me and walk up and down the halls with me during the night. We also stayed with him for about four years after my parents divorced in 1976. I remember he would come home early from work, and myself and my little friend Michelle Sullivan would be sitting in his chair and watching his TV, he would belt out loudly "Get out of my chair!", most of the times when he did that, my little friend Michelle would flee from the house, and run home. After he kicked us out of the chair, he would proceed to give me orders, get me a Coke, get me my chocolates, etc.  One time, I convinced her to stay, and told her that Grandpa's bark was worse than his bite, and we went downstairs to play after one of the "Get out of my chair" incidents. I had a plan on how to get back at him for it, and took one of my hard plastic Fisher Price brand little people, climbed to the top of the stairs where we had a clear view of the back of his bald head while he sat in his chair, and I proceeded to throw the hard plastic little person at the back of his head, and was a successful shot. My little friend Michelle and I then hurriedly ran down the stairs and back into the downstairs bedroom and pretended that nothing had happened. He came down and had the hard plastic little person in his hand, and said with a loud voice "Are you missing something?", we said no and pretended that we weren't sure how it hit the back of his head and ended up upstairs. He just chuckled, and didn't get angry with us...