George was raised by his father in a home on Woodman Road between Discovery Bay and Port Townsend on the water and does not remember his grandparents.
 
When George was eight years old he had tuberculosis and was sent to the Cushman Hospital in Tacoma. He spent the next four years there. While he was there he learned how to bead and they had looms to make belts and head bands.
 
George does not remember going to school before he went to the hospital. When he returned home to live with his Dad at age twelve he went to the old Washington School in Port Angeles where he was put in the first grade. After moving on to second and third grade something happened to make George hate school and he left. He had a teacher who kept him after school and “slapped me around and pulled out my hair.”
 
His first job was on a pea farm near the Dungeness River at age sixteen or seventeen. At eighteen he went to work at the Fibreboard Mill in Port Angeles, Washington and worked there for twenty-seven years and then seventeen years at Rayonier before it was shut down also. “I shut ‘em both down.”
 
In his twenties he used to go hunting with his brother Don. In camp one day “just before we went out hunting we walked up the road and somebody got a deer and they cut the legs off. So I got a smart idea. I took the leg and a hatchet and started making footprints all over everywhere, up and down and down to the river and came back all around the camp too. We went and took off and went on our way out into the woods.” When they came back to camp they saw all these guys in their orange and red hunting outfits sitting on top of the side hill above their camp. “The closer we got we said, ‘ Look at all those guys sitting up there must be something wrong somewhere.’ When we got into camp they walked down and said, ‘boy you guys should have stuck around here, look at all those tracks around your camp here.’ My brother’s so funny and said “Ha - Ha - Ha” and all I could do was just try to keep a straight face. That was one of my best memories.”