George Leo Mitchell

February 12, 1922 - October 30, 2018
George Leo Mitchell

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George Leo Mitchell, 96, of Wilmington, NC, formerly of Fitchburg, MA, died on October 30, 2018 at The Commons at Brightmore. He was born on February 12, 1922 to the late George C. Mitchell and Elizabeth Mohan Mitchell. Mr. Mitchell was a veteran of the U.S. Navy and honorably served during WWII. He retired from Fitchburg Paper Company after 30 years. He was an avid golfer, enjoyed the Patriots and Red Sox – and most of all loved his family. Over the years, he and his wife travelled extensively in the U.S. and abroad. After retirement, they escaped the cold winters and were Florida snowbirds for more than 20 years.

George is survived by his loving wife of 71 years, Lorraine Poirier Mitchell. He also leaves his son Wayne Mitchell and his wife Diane of Myrtle Beach, SC and his daughter, Lisa Shumway and her husband Daniel of Leland, NC.

He enjoyed spending time with his four grandchildren, Kathryn Pyle and her husband Brian of Dobbs Ferry, NY; Bethany Mitchell of Franklin, MA; Laura Veling and her husband, Ian of Garner, NC; and Ryan Shumway of Manchester, NH. In addition, he has been blessed with seven great grandchildren, Liam and Sylvie Pyle, Elise and Benjamin Plante, and Camden, Linden and Hayden Veling. George was pre-deceased by his brothers Hugh, Lawrence, Joseph and his sisters, Mary, Gertrude and Mildred. He also leaves behind many loved nieces and nephews.

A memorial service will be held at 11am on Nov.19th at Wilmington Funeral and Cremation, 1535 41st St., Wilmington. Visitation will be held one hour prior to memorial.

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Wilmington Funeral & Cremation, 1535 S. 41st Street, Wilmington NC 28403 910.791.9099

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  • November 03, 2018
    Josee Lemoignan says:
    Dear Lorraine, Lisa and Wayne me and my husband want to express our deepest condolences. Our thoughts are with you during these hard times Josée

  • November 03, 2018
    Brent Perry says:
    Mark, Nicole and myself wishes our deepest sympathy to the family! He will be missed by all! May he Rest In Peace.

  • November 03, 2018
    We want to express our sympathy and let you know that our thoughts are with you

  • November 07, 2018
    Joan (Goudie) Kowalewski says:
    I have very fond and vivid memories of my Uncle George visiting our family in Montreal when I was young. He always brought a lot of laughter and joy in life with him. I have not seen George for a long time but have always remembered him in my thoughts. My sympathies go out to Lorraine and the whole the family.

  • November 07, 2018
    Mark David Perry & Nicole Marcoux-Perry says:
    Unfortunately, growing up in Montreal, I didn't get to know my Uncle George as well as I should have. In fact, we were strangers living in different countries with hardly any contact for decades. However, on rare occasions when we did meet, he never let that get in our way. We were family. During these brief encounters, Uncle George came across as a fun-loving, warm-hearted soul. A man with a big heart who cared about other people. These character traits revealed themselves to me as far back as the day he taught me how to tie my shoelaces. This sounds funny, but it's true. This happened at his house, on the staircase leading from the basement to the main floor, sometime after my mother died, when I was seven years old. I’m sixty-one now. Most likely confused from a wicked turn of events, tying my shoelaces must have been the least of my worries. And I’m convinced Uncle George picked up on this. So I wouldn’t hurt myself, he took the time to show me how to tie my shoelaces, going over it over and over again until I got it just right. I also remember another incident that speaks volumes about Uncle George. This happened during a sort of Easter egg hunt, probably during the same stay at his house that lasted who knows how long. I was one of at least a dozen young kids scrambling around a wooded area eagerly searching out tokens that would be traded in for money, a dime, a twenty-five cent piece, I’m not sure. The point is Uncle George saw me moving over the ground like a wild boar who hasn’t eaten for months, snatching up as many tokens as fast as I could. What did Uncle George do? He told me to slow down and leave some for the other kids. That’s right. Don’t be greedy. You’ll have more than enough. At the end of the run, he even suggested that I distribute some of my tokens to the long-faced kids. So what did this angry young man do? I did what he said to do, and he was right. I had my fair share. At the time, I’m not sure how I felt about sharing my bounty with my competitors, but I can tell you one thing, I’ll never forget these gentle teaching moments. Yes, it would have been nice if I had told my Uncle George these stories. I have no doubt we would have shared a good laugh together because that’s the kind of guy he was to me. Fun. Easy going. Caring. I’ll always remember him that way. I’ll always remember that we are, after all, family. To Aunt Lorraine, Lisa, Wayne, and his everyone else in our extended family, my wife Nicole and I offer our deepest condolences. Uncle George will be forever in our thoughts.