In Memory

George Owens

George Owens

George Owens Jr. George Owens, Jr., 70, of Raytown, MO passed away June 30, 2020. Cremation will take place with no services.  Published in Kansas City Star on Jul. 1, 2020.

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07/02/20 02:22 PM #1    

Doug Noblet

Known to many as "The Paw!" George was a bright, yet "interesting" character.  I recall when I had a substitute in German class senior year; and George was taking German IV and assisting in class.  We switched seats so he was the beginning student and I took over as "student teacher."  He, of course, acted the fool trying to get "me" in trouble.  I spoke Spanish with the girl who was in my Spanish III class who was sitting next to George to make it sound like we were working on "some" foreign language.  It always has made me curious why the substitute couldn't differentiate between hearing Spanish vs German.

We were in Young Life together and he sat in on many a poker games Bernie hosted.  The last I ever spoke with George was in high school, yet I feel as though I've lost yet another one of the good ones. RIP, Paw!

Doug Noblet 


07/04/20 02:47 PM #2    

Gary Grist

George and I were good friends in grade school, high school and Scouts.  We lost touch after SWHS, but boyhood buddies never seem to lose affection for each other.  George had a droll sense of humor and was always fun to be around. Even sleeping in a wet, soggy and cold tent on a Scout overnight, George could find something to laugh about and cheer others up as well.  I am sorry to see that there will be no service for him. But I’ll say good bye with this poem by John White Chadwick. Rest in peace George. - Gary

It singeth low in every heart, We hear it each and all;

A song of those who answer not, However we may call.


They throng the silence of the breast; We see them as of yore;

The kind, the true, the brave, the sweet, Who walk with us no more.


’Tis hard to take the burden up, When these have laid it down;

They brightened all the joy of life, They softened every frown.


But, Oh, ’tis good to think of them When we are troubled sore;

Thanks be to God that such have been, Though they are here no more.


More home-like seems the vast unknown Since they have entered there;

To follow them were not so hard, Wherever they may fare.


They cannot be where God is not, On any sea or shore;

Whate’er betides, Thy love abides, Our God, forevermore.


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