George filled in for me many times at Data General.
He and Shelly came to visit me in Tennessee on his "farewell tour".
George is also memorialized in the New England Helicopter Pilots Association (NEHPA) history website: www.nehpa.info
George Frederick Vincent, loving husband, enthusiastic father and grandfather, and loyal brother, passed away on May 25, 2014. He was just 57 years old when he was diagnosed with advanced multiple myeloma in 2005. He had been fighting this disease for nearly nine years when his brave battle ended peacefully at home in Punta Gorda, Florida. George is survived by his wife Shelley, their two daughters, Jennifer and Rebecca, six grandchildren, his sister Kathryn and his brother, Randolf.
George was born in Heemstede, Netherlands on November 13, 1948 to the late John and Iris Vincent, third of four children (siblings Randolf, Patricia - deceased, & Kathryn). They made several moves to Long Island, New York, Redwood City, California and Frankfurt, Germany before settling in Genoa City, Wisconsin. George graduated from Wilmot High School, then attended the University of Wisconsin, where he met his wife, Shelley. They were married in 1971. They eventually settled in Exeter, New Hampshire, where they raised their two daughters, Jennifer and Rebecca.
Upon graduation from college, George served in the U.S. Army, first as a helicopter pilot in Korea and later as an instructor pilot in Alabama. He began his civilian career as an Air Traffic Controller with the FAA. He later managed and flew for New Hampshire Helicopters. George established Tyco International's NH-based flight department and served as their chief pilot for many years. Following that, he worked as chief pilot for First Quality Enterprises in Long Island, New York. He concluding his career managing and flying a privately owned jet until 2005. In subsequent years, George flew on a part-time basis for JBI Helicopters in Pembroke, New Hampshire, until health related issues prevented him from meeting the physical requirements for a pilot's license.
George spent his life pursuing his love of aviation beginning as a young pilot who soloed in his Dad's Cessna 195 at the age of 16, through his stint as a helicopter pilot and in the army, and later in the world of corporate aviation where he combined his business and aviation acumen. George was never happier than when he was up in the air. His flight students and co-pilots speak reverentially about his piloting skill, his calm and his willingness to share his knowledge with others.
George also loved sports; he was both a runner and tri-athlete, and a sailor, but time on the ski mountain or scuba diving with his children and grandchildren was the most precious to him. He also loved cheering on his grandkids in whatever athletic endeavors they took on, never missing an opportunity to encourage his grandchildren's efforts at soccer, baseball, swimming or triathlons.
George defied the odds and lived amazingly well for almost nine years with multiple myeloma. He never lost his sense of humor or generosity of spirit. He was loved equally by his family, his friends and the doctors and nurses who cared for him. His loss is significant, but we will remember him forever and celebrate all that he was and all that he brought to those around him.
George's memory will be honored by his immediate family in a private Celebration of Life. We know many others were touched by George's life and we welcome you to share your stories, photos and memories on this site using the Stories tab.
If you wish to do something in George's memory, we ask that you consider making a contribution to the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation, an organization which has earned many accolades for its' ability to accelerate drug therapy development for this incurable disease. George was one of the many beneficiaries of drugs whose development and FDA approval was facilitated by this organization.
http://support.themmrf.org/goto/george-vincent
I first flew with George in March 1993 in a U-21 with the New Hampshire Army National Guard. It was a flight from New Hampshire to Andrews AFB in Maryland and return. Over the course of the next three years my logbook shows that I flew with him eleven times in the U-21 and twice with New Hampshire Helicopters. Our last flight was in February 1996, also a trip to Andrews AFB. George became our first unit commander and our first CW5 in the state to serve in that capacity. Sometime in the mid 90s I remember flying as a passenger with George up front flying on our way to Littlerock, AR for a conference. We stopped in Charleston, WV for fuel and had to spend the night there because of severe weather between us and our destination that we couldn't go around. What I remember about the flight is that as soon as we got on the ground I observed that George immediately went to find a phone to check in with his company. This was before all of the instant communication devices that we now have. He spent quite a lot of time dealing with business back home simultaneously trying to coordinate the completion of our trip. I just remember thinking that he was a hard worker and obviously key to his organization. As an Aviation Department Manager in the civilian world he was a natural fit to lead our unit in its infancy years. I remember his calm, low-key demeanor in everything that he did and appreciate his influence on my aviation career.
CW4 Galen Collins
George was my classmate at Wilmot High School, in Wisconsin,where he spent his senior year. Along with David Dumke, his college roommate and Wilmot grad, we attended University of Wisconsin, Madison, at the same time.
We had fun, our freshmen and sophomore years. George always made us laugh. We kind of grew up somewhat, way back in 1966-68. But then we lost touch, mostly because the rest of us kept having college fun. George, however, found his groove early, and reached for the stars. His ROTC service conflicted with the political issues of the 60's. So instead of marching against the war, George was becoming the man and pilot he was destined to be.
I am honored to have had the chance to exchange some emails with George these last five years or so. He was thoughtful, well read, not nearly the goof ball I knew in school. So I knew the boy, but only had a little while to know the man.
My deepest condolences to his family.