George Alan Brown

Born November 30, 1936

Died May 14, 2025 from cardiac arrest

George lived most of his long life in Seattle, but his childhood in Spokane put down the first layer of the man he became. He watched his parents work tirelessly to afford life’s basics and he, too, worked hard throughout his teen and college years. He graduated from Whitman College with a B.A. in Literature and went directly to serve time in the Army. Upon completing his stint, George found his way to San Francisco and the beginning of his lifelong marine underwriting career which took him to Seattle.

He took joy in the feel of good gabardine, the scent of a new leather shoe, the construction of a striking sentence in a book, the aroma of a complex wine, but he also adored peanut butter and mayonnaise —and often the two together in a sandwich. He loved poetry, coffee, ingenious new gadgets, and crows. He was interested in people; he talked to anyone, everyone. He was curious, opinionated and appreciative. He threw himself into researching hotels and restaurants before the internet which meant many conversations and many notes in his spiky, bold handwriting.

Although cranky at times (ahem) he was a good sport to the end. He took up skiing late in life and bravely made his way down the Sun Valley slopes because his family loved it. He tirelessly researched skis as though we were professional skiers. He brought the coffee and the wine, and knew which restaurants to try.

Whether he was George, Georgie, Dad, Dabbo, or Uncle George to you, he was there when needed. He is in the millions of memories we have in our hearts now and we miss him terribly.

There will never be another George.