George Patterson was born in Charlotte, North Carolina on October 22, 1937. He left his earthly body peacefully at his home on January 19, 2022 at the young age of 84. He leaves behind his wife of 62 amazing years, Dorothy, and his only son, Brian and daughter-in-law, Stacey. George had three amazing grandchildren, Morgan, Zach and Myles and one great granddaughter, Finley Kate. He also leaves behind his two sisters, Pruellen Pratt and Sandra Wrenn, and many wonderful nieces and nephews. He was an amazing husband, father and grandfather and a true example of a life well lived.

George grew up in Orangeburg, South Carolina where he had a humble background and by his teenage years, he held two jobs; one at the local drive-in and one at the local gas station. That gave him the ability to stay in Orangeburg and graduate high school. Afterwards, he quickly joined the Air Force and found himself stationed in Tucson, Arizona. To be honest, George actually hated flying but the Air Force was where he landed. He met his wife, Dorothy, while in Tucson and they got married on the base and quickly moved to Memphis, where George became a Union Electrician. He recently received his 60-year pin from the Union.

George was always a busy guy, and in 1976, started his own business on nights and weekends. He ran Patterson Insulation and later bought The Gutterman Company, which allowed him to phase out the insulation business in the late 80's. George continued to grow his gutter business and became one of the best in the business. George loved his job and enjoyed meeting with people and talking to everyone. His success continued until his retirement at 82, where he passed over the reins to his son. Although, he never really completely retired…

George was a jokester and never met a stranger. He always wore a smile and sometimes his long-billed hats. Humor was everything to him. Even when he lost his left leg, he continued with humor. He would tell everyone he was 5'7 on the right, and 4'7 on the left. George had an arsenal of jokes, some more inappropriate than others, but he told them anyway. He didn't care. He just enjoyed making people laugh and always seemed to be the center of attention and the life of the party. He loved his golf cart and tractor and yard work. He enjoyed fishing in his lake and feeding his geese. He even managed to hand feed several of them. He was known as the ambassador of the street and he was always off visiting with someone. He got to know so many of them. He loved the Union Hall Christmas parties and telling all the stories from the guys he worked with, back in the day, and he had a bunch of stories. He loved to play cards at the casinos and he loved a really good steak, especially if it came from a comp meal ticket. He knew every greasy spoon and hole in the wall restaurant in town. He never passed up a good meal…

He was a pillar in his community and he always tried to help others. Always. He was liked by everyone and will be missed even more. If George were here now, he would say that he just wanted to tell you one more thing before you go…Bye…