George A. Parkins, III

george parkins, iii
George A. Parkins III – 85

George was born in his family’s home during a blizzard on October 20th, 1936. He passed away

on December 29th, 2021.

His parents, George (Jr.) and Mildred, migrated from Nebraska to California to escape the Dust

Bowl and seek opportunities in the new aerospace industry. George grew up in California.

Leaving home at 16, George served a four-year enlistment in the US Air Force where his travels

took him to Pakistan and Taiwan. Upon leaving the Air Force he put himself through Long Beach

State College, earning a bachelor's degree in Mathematics. During this time he met and married

his beautiful wife Kathleen.

George spent 17 years as a systems engineer and program manager for IBM, working the

Cutty Sark and Pave Paws programs. He also worked for CTA, where he was instrumental in

development and deployment of the FBI’s IAFIS fingerprint identification system, and of the

FEMA mobile command center vehicles.

George was a voracious learner and was most happy when he was really getting to understand

“something new”. Books and crosswords were a daily constant in his life.

George really had three passions in his life, his family, Morgan cars, and bridge. Always

competitive he was the SCCA California State Slalom Champion in the D Stock Class.

He last competed at the bridge table as an ACBL Gold Life Master.

He is survived by his wife of 60 years, Kathleen, his two children, Geoff and Greg, and five

grandchildren, Garrett, Max, Georgia, Carolina, and Virginia.

No service is scheduled.

The family requests that any memorial gifts be sent to the Special Forces Foundation:

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  1. The Owners and Staff at the Money and King Funeral Home, wish to express our sincere sympathy to you. It is our hope that we may be able to make a difficult time more bearable. Please feel free to call us anytime as we are always available to you. Bob Gallagher Funeral Director

  2. Very sorry to hear of George’s passing. I played Duplicate bridge against him many times. He was an outstanding player and a fierce competitor who always demonstrated outstanding sportsmanship. He will be sorely missed by all in the Northern VA Duplicate Bridge Community. My deepest sympathy to his wife Kathy and all his family and friends. Craig Pritzker Lake Ridge, VA

  3. I will miss George. I enjoyed playing bridge with him and against him. He was always a gentleman. He was an asset to NVBA. My prayers go out to the entire family. I am sorry that I cannot be there on the 22nd. I will be in Florida.

  4. My earliest memory of “My Favorite Uncle” Lanny: He asked me if I wanted to go for a ride in the Morgan. I hopped in, the door seemed small, like me. I realized the seat belt would not hold me tight while touring through the twisting roads of the canyon, faster then I thought possible; I slid side-to-side in the seat. After seeing my reaction, he smiled wide and accelerated! Next stop the school parking lot for the slalom course and the grand finale…..high speed doughnuts and figure 8’s… reverse!!! I survived…smiling widely. You took me out of my comfort zone…thank you Lanny. Dave Reynolds

  5. My earliest memory in my life was sitting on top of Uncle Lanny’s head, in diapers , with my feet resting on his shoulders, being carried into church. Uncle Lenny always had good stories to tell when ever he visited us in Washington or traveled with us to Whistler BC. I was truly looking forward too our son Ben getting to know him , this Spring break .

  6. Oh, Dear Lanny, my smart, smart older brother! I’ve seen you so rarely since you and Kathy & the boys left Simi Valley, California, and moved to the land of ‘The Dukes of Hazzard’. Of course, I have my childhood memories. Saturdays after our chores were done, maybe playing in a vacant lot full of tumble weeds where we could hide or throw dirt clods, Maybe a holiday weekend spent with the Bushnell cousins riding their donkeys that had been rescued from the southern California desert, or perhaps playing hide-&-go-seek in the Orange Orchards. Looking from the outside at his Boy Scout adventures, especially his assistant scout master, Charlie, who had partially paralyzed legs, but still could drive a modified coup. One time our family had told him about an anticipated family camping trip & we’d only driven a full day into the Sierras, put up our tent & maybe slept a night, when up arrived Charlie at our Rock Creek campsite. As we grew into teenagers, Lanny was very conscious that I meet his standards. Yes, more than once he reminded me to ‘suck in my gut’! I was sufficient to substitute for him folding & delivering on his afternoon paper route. I certainly never mastered riding my bike at the same time as he did. Oh those bags were heavy, though I don’t know that they were any heavier than the ones David carried on Beach drive. Lanny never did homework that I recall, just get thru high school on the tests which of course he could pass with flying colors (aggravating his teachers as well as his mother.) Then came the day Lanny disappeared – when he and Rick DeYoung signed up for the Air Force. Lanny & Dad had had some differences of opinion (over what I have no memory), and I wasn’t privy to their plans ahead of time (probably thought I might tell the folks). I don’t actually remember his HS graduation. He may have had at least part of a year at Glendale College, but that event meant that he was gone. When he next came home – from book camp – he was a different person. The rest of his life was not mine, (You’ll have to ask Nancy DeYoung or of course Kathy about the rest of his life. Our families have never lived in the same part of the country, although we’ve had a few memorable visits with each other’s families. My most enjoyable recent memory was maybe 20-30 years ago when Lanny stayed with us when he came to Seattle for a bridge tournament. We got him a bus pass & put him on a bus every morning. On Friday evening I met him & after work & his bridge games to go to Seattle’s “Figgy Pudding” event when choirs from companies or any group really, gather on street corners & compete for various prizes for their singing. Some humorous, others really beautiful. He was amazed & thoroughly enjoyed himself. I truly nice memory to hold – Along with his phone calls telling me of the lives of his boys & grandchildren. Good bye from your Sis, Adele

  7. George was always welcoming at the bridge table. He was generous with his talent and knowledge of the game. George will be sorely missed. Peter & Kookie Jargowsky

  8. I met George in around 2017 when I started playing regularly the duplicate bridge games at the Knights of Columbus Hall and the Beth El Hebrew Congregation, at the latter of which Kathy and he always seemed to be helping out. I, a clumsy duplicate novice from years of social bridge, very much appreciated George’s etiquette tips, as well as his invariably welcoming smile, his perceptive and precise use of words, his curiosity, his wit, his positive attitude toward all of us, and also his sharp bridge play. I cannot recall when I last saw or virtually “saw” George in person or online, but I have missed his assuring, affirming presence, and shall continue to miss him. I thank you, Geoff, for that vintage, 80-year old George in the Nascar blue jacket – a lovely way to remember him. RIP, George. David Goldfrank

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