North Central Washington

So Long, Dad George


Trimming the trees in Wenatchee, Summer, 2003.

These snapshots follow the life of George Wooten, who passed away in Cashmere, Washington, on Monday morning, August 15, 2006.

Dad George was the name he used when in company with his son of the same name.

Here are some photo galleries of Dad George:

Dad George in a black and white gallery, 1952-64

Dad George in color, 1952-64

Dad George from 1964 on

George F. Wooten, Senior
Husband - Father - Friend to Many

George Wooten, 78, of Wenatchee, died Tuesday, Aug 16, at Cashmere Convalescent Center.

George was born July 14, 1927, in Jacksonville, Florida. He was sent to Korea in 1946 as part of the 7th Infantry occupational forces. While in Korea, he befriended Hack Chin Kim and sponsored him as a continuing education student in the U.S. Hack C. Kim later obtained his citizenship and became a Professor at the University of Idaho. George continued his Far Eastern studies at Georgetown School of Foreign Service and graduated from the University of Washington in 1950, with a degree in Foreign Relations.

In June of 1951 he married Mary Penelope Baylis of Wenatchee, WA and they lived in Clarksville, Maryland, raising three children on a beautiful 40-acre farm.

George worked for the National Security Agency as a foreign policy analyst until retirement in 1974. He was fluent in Korean and Japanese and his work took him and his family to live in Japan and Okinawa.

After retirement, George bought a cattle ranch in Malott, WA where he was a director of the Omak Stampede Association and on the Community Concerts Association. He later moved to Twisp where he enjoyed hiking, botany and geology, and helped form the Methow Conservancy. He had many interests including music, singing in the Okanogan and Methow Valley Chorus, local geology, and hiking with the Washington Native Plant Society.

Survivors include his wife, Penelope Baylis Wooten of Wenatchee; his brother David of Rockville, Maryland; sons George of Twisp and Robert of Wenatchee; daughter Jody Rempel of Great Falls, Montana; grandchildren Robert and Rachel of Wenatchee, along with nieces, nephews and cousins.

George will be greatly missed by his family and friends.

Dad told the best stories. He made them real. His stories stayed on track, even when he paused to answer a question. It might be a long story. Like the one about stashing a hidden trove of canned peaches on the army bivouac. Or how he made money as a kid picking up discarded copper wire under the telegraph poles. Or it might be a scary story like some of his solo hikes in the night down cliffs coming back from Beaner Lake.

He had a good eye for art and for detail. I suppose you would say he was a bailing wire from way back, which is a nice way of saying he didnít have time to go to the store and buy duct tape. He was always a sharp dresser. He was a hard worker. He was a good speaker in Japanese, I am told.

He was well read and could talk about anything, botany, geology, history. His hero seemed to be J Harlan Bretz, the once-scorned discoverer of the Spokane floods. He read National Geographic and kept a stack of Scientific American.

Some things he had no use for, like new cars, sales people.

He almost never swore, but he did have a temper.

Best times? Fishing in the Olney sawgrass. Gathering firewood. Hiking along Lake Chelan from Prince Creek to Stehekin. Hiking in the Glacier Peak Wilderness in 1965.