1927 - 2002
"Armchair astronaut no more"
dad was the best dad in the world. Many young children believe
this to be the truth. Most adult children can’t still say
they do, as life’s lessons expose the fallibility of all.
My brother and sisters and I can. My father wasn’t famous,
even if his name was. He enjoyed his job as an architectural draftsman
but that didn’t define him. He was defined by his character.
No one ever had a bad word to say about him. The quintessential
nice guy. He was at all of our games and all of our practices.
He was always there to help with homework. He married late in
life for his era (he was 33). But when he did, he devoted himself
to his family.
He had a very dry sense of humor, a laid back demeanor and he
always had something interesting to talk about. Politics, philosophy,
current events. My dad was fully engaged in life. He was a voracious
reader and was intellectually curious about many things. He read
everything: John Grisham novels; science fiction books and magazines;
Scientific American; National Geographic; historical
non-fiction. He particularly enjoyed scientific non-fiction, especially
those books by Richard Feynman. He was an early and lifelong devotee
of the United States space program. He visited NASA in Houston
several times and was also able to see Cape Canaveral in Florida.
He would be honored to be included with former astronaut L. Gordon
Cooper. And tickled to be included with “Scotty,”
James Doohan. As a fan of science fiction, he enjoyed all the
Trek incarnations, as well as the other ones by his dopple‘name’er.
George W. Lucas was born in Oneida, Kansas on January 22, 1927.
He was raised in Frankfort, Kansas. He was drafted into the army
as soon as he graduated from high school in 1945. He spent two
years in post-war Germany. He went to Kansas State University
and received a degree in architecture. He moved to the Kansas
City area where he married Sheila Ahern, eventually settling in
Shawnee, Kansas where they raised four children. He has 15 grandchildren.
We lost him on November 4, 2002. He is missed every day.