George Finn, 1931-2003
I’m just about to head up to the Berkshires in western
Massachusetts to be with my wife's family as they prepare
to bury my father-in-law, George Finn, aged 72.
George was a man of strong personality and strong
opinions, sometimes curmudgeonly, staunchly liberal,
idealistic, given to the dramatic, true defender of his
family. The only male in a household of five (also
strong-willed) females, he occasionally seemed less than
totally sure of what he was expected to do, but he lived
his role in full happiness if not to say serenity. Alone
among his three siblings from a middle class upbringing
in central Massachusetts, he was passionate about the
higher reaches of intellectual activity while always
seeming to project an image of being down-to-earth about
what was right and what was wrong.
In one of those ironies, this man who had always hated
visiting his doctor spent much of his last few years in
the almost constant care of doctors, nurses, and
therapists. Physical limitations darkened his air of
melancholy perhaps, but mentally he was still on top of
things. He and his wife Virginia loved their home in the
Berkshire hills where he now to be laid to rest, where
they could find comfort in the countryside and pleasure
in the artistic activities around them.