George F. Gough
July 15, 1928 ~ November 10, 2025
Born in:
Jersey City, New Jersey
Resided in:
Vienna, Virginia
George Francis Gough, 97, of Vienna, VA, passed away peacefully on Monday, November 10, 2025, at his home surrounded by his loving family.
George was born in Jersey City, NJ, on July 15, 1928 to Eugene and Eleanor Gough. He was the seventh of their ten children. As a young man, George was a member of St. Aloysius Parish, graduated from Lincoln High School, where he excelled on the baseball team, and went on to get his Bachelor degree attending night school at Rutgers University. He enjoyed summers at the Jersey Shore with his ever-expanding family at their Pt. Pleasant beach house. He met the love of his life, Margie (Vitelli) at the Bluffs in Bayhead, NJ. They married in 1958.
After beginning his career in sales in New York City, he took a job with the 3M Company in Bloomfield, NJ, where he and Margie welcomed three children. His job with 3M moved him to Cherry Hill, NJ and then to Vienna, VA in 1972. After more than 20 years with the 3M Company, he joined Southern Business Communications and managed the Washington D.C. sales office until he retired at the age of 70. He and Margie lived in their Vienna home for over 50 years, making many wonderful lifelong friends in their neighborhood. George’s legacy is engrained with his love of people, his generous and easy way of being, and his authentic desire to put anyone at ease with a joke or a funny story to be shared. He loved playing golf, baseball, music, beach vacations, Aprils in Florida, and traveling with his wife Margie. Over the years George and Margie loved to attend the large family celebrations with his many siblings, in-laws, and over 35 nieces and nephews whom he cherished. His golden years were spent with his seven grandchildren who were the joy of his life.
George is predeceased by his parents, Eugene and Eleanor (Connor), his five brothers, Eugene, James, Walter, William, Frank, and his sisters Catherine McClave, Eleanor Gough, Virginia Clark.
He is survived by his wife of 67 years, Margie; his son George (Bernadette) of Ashburn, VA, his daughter Sue Heenan (Brian) of Avalon, NJ, his son Chris of Arlington, VA; seven grandchildren, Tom Heenan, Kelly Gough Cironi (Nate), Mary Kate Gough, Colleen Gough, Chris Heenan (Jackie), Maggie Gough, and Cara Heenan; his great grandson Calvin James Cironi; his sister Joan Murphy of Spring Lake Heights, NJ.; and his sister-in-law Marcella Gough of North Plainfield, NJ.
A viewing will be held at Money & King Funeral Home, 171 W. Maple Ave., Vienna, VA 22180 on Sunday, November 16th from 3:00pm-5:00pm. A memorial service will be held at St. Mark Catholic Church, 9970 Vale Rd, Vienna, VA 22181 on Monday, November 17th at 11:00 am. In lieu of flowers, the family suggests a donation in George’s name to the local foodbank at https://foodforothers.org/, or to another charitable organization of your choice.
Services
Visitation: November 16, 2025 3:00 pm - 5:00 pm
Money and King Funeral Home
171 Maple Ave. W
Vienna, VA 22180
703-938-7440
Mass of Christian Burial : November 17, 2025 11:00 am
St. Mark Catholic Church
9970 Vale Road
Vienna, VA 22181
703-281-9100
http://www.stmark.org/
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So sorry to hear this. I will always remember him as a cheerful and happy guy. He ALWAYS had a smile on his face and he lighted up any room he was in!
The best grandfather a girl could ask for! We’ll be missing him so much <3
Remembrances, I have a few. Here’s one I want to share with you. It was the summer of 49’. I was 6 & uncle George was 21. One night in Pt. Pleasant he promised to take me fishing the next Saturday. The crack of dawn came and no George in sight, so I asked my mom (aunt Kay). She went to his room and rousted him. After much cajoling and threats he relented and off we went. Well after renting a row boat at Clark’s Landing we finally got on the water. The first fish I caught was a blow fish, We tickled it’s belly & it blew up. Then we bounced it off the bottom of the boat back into the water. We caught a few more & called its a day. Anyway, after 76 years when I cross the Bridge over the river, at the right tide, the smell of the river brings back the memory of that day. God bless you uncle George, rest in peace you deserve it.
P.S Turns out George was hung over from the night before. Thanks for the memories. Love Rocky & Mary
Mr. Gough was one of the most loved dads in our neighborhood growing up. He always had a good joke to tell and his smile always made you feel loved. The Gough’s had me to dinner one time and I remember it so clearly. It was great conversation, questions asked freely with wisdom in the answers. Classy family with love and humorous honesty. God bless you Mr. Gough. Rest in Peace.
From Linnda Durre’:
November 25. 3025 5:38 PM EST
It was 1958. I was 10 years old. My mother Catherine “Kay” Eganey D’Addario and my father Theodore “Ted” D’Addario and I drove from our home in Metuchen, NJ to my (Great) Aunt Mabel’s house in (North) Plainfield, NJ, for the highly anticipated engagement party of her daughter Margie Vitelli with Jimmy Vitelli, one of the five Vitelli Brothers of the famed 5V Soda Company.
My mother Kay, whose own mother and baby brother both died of TB, when Kay was about four years old. Kay was raised by her Aunt Kate and Kay was like a sister to her four girl cousins: Ann the oldest , who work for Bell Labs; Dottie, the beauty queen; Marie, married to Jim Cusick, who worked for Johns-Manville, and the parents of my cousin Jamie Cusick, Ph.D., who is now a professor and museum curator at the University of Florida in Gainesville and an international expert on the War of 1812, the Seminole Indians, Andrew Jackson, and author of the book, The Other War of 1812; and Margie, the youngest.
Margie was marrying a young man named George Gough. Everyone liked him, as the story went and they were excited to introduce him to this large Italian / Irish Catholic extended family.
I met George and liked him immediately – he was warm, outgoing, friendly, asked me questions, and it was obvious he was madly in love with Margie, which I observed just by the way he looked at her. You could feel his protectiveness of her, his attraction to her, and how happy he was to be marrying the girl of his dreams.
I have always cherished this memory of George and Margie over the decades of their marriage because it was one of the best examples of true and lasting love I have ever witnessed in my life.
As an author with two books on Amazon, as a licensed psychotherapist and marriage counselor since 1978 in three states: CA, WA and now FL for the past 26 years (#MH6058), I always have their shining role model in my heart when I see couples in my office.
I will miss George greatly, especially from my visits when I would take the auto-train from Florida to Lorton, VA and stop at Margie and George’s for breakfast at their home in Vienna, VA. You have lived a full life, George, and raised a wonderful family. Rest in peace
It was 1951 or so, in Mom’s convertible, parked outside the Acme, where Mom (big sister Kay) and George’s Dad (Pop) was ending his career as butcher. Mom went in and Uncle George was teaching four-year old me horseplay. Well, I was a slow learner and with my little fist poked George in the nose that started bleeding profusely. From that day on he took to calling me affectionately “you black-eyed devil, you.”
Fast forward eight years and newly wed George is allowed out by his bride Marge to play handball once a week at the Orange YMCA. Though short and compact, George covered that court like, well, a down comforter. He and I took on Dad and older brother Rocky.
In our wonderful leprechaun like world of uncles, George stood out. With his blarney and his good cheer, he bucked us up when we were down. With his unlimited bag of tricks (disappearing thumbs, Irish toothaches), he practiced his magic on our family and beyond.
Marge and George—-is that a made in heaven perfect marriage of kindred souls, “or what?”
George, you always made me laugh. See you in paradise. Loving nephew Dave “black-eyed devil” McClave
While the number of family get-togethers have dwindled over the years largely due, in part, to Aunt Kay’s passing, we were blessed with such great memories of our uncles, aunts and cousins. I recall Uncle George with his beaming smile, quick wit and contagious laugh. Some of my 9 siblings said he reminded them of Barney Rubble of The Flintstones kids’ show.
It was easy to see his great love of his own family as well as for his siblings. He was wonderful to his baby sister (our mother) Ginny Clark.
When I learned of his death, I imagined him arriving in heaven and being immediately enveloped by his siblings, parents and all he loved gone before him. And of course, he was beaming both in his smile and his baby blue eyes. We love you!
SLÁINTE