Memories of George

My dear brother, George, was a year-and-a-half younger. We were both born in Bordeaux, France. Our Father was a veteran of 3 years on U.S. Navy destroyers as a junior officer in the Pacific theatre in WW II. He’d married our Mother while on a brief leave from the second, the USS Wadleigh, named for

Got to know George in the early 90s after joining the Alton-Godfrey church. I employed him as a practitioner many times, and when I say employed, he went years without getting paid much in the 90s because we had little money. In 94’ he was praying for one of our sons on a long term case. He was t

I first got acquainted with George, and later Bonniesue, when we were at the Alton (IL.) Christian Science church. He was one of those people who reached out from the heart to newcomers. He helped me settle into a farmhouse and was a steadfast friend and guide. It was always a joy to meet up with

I came to know George through his posts and comments on Facebook. He was a clear thinker and his writings were articulate, wise and insightful. His thoughts and words helped get me (and, I’m guessing, many others) through some very dark times in our country’s history. When I formed a private group o

I am very thankful for this opportunity to write my reflections on knowing George Wadleigh. He was, and always will be, an extraordinary individual who had one of the kindest, gentlest hearts I have ever come across. George and I met at Chicago/Read Mental Health Center where he was a Christian Scie

I met George when I had graduated from college and began working at Creative Express with Bonniesue. My memories of being in their home were that of a joyful and loving place, full of humor. They paid a lot of attention to their kids as individuals, and George loved his children and Bonniesue very

What a beautiful memorial and tribute.  My condolences to Bonniesue and all George’s family. I have fond memories of George from early in life.  He had a house at the end of the same road my grandparents lived on.  Some of my first independent excursions were taking trails and cutting through neigh

The celebration of life event today spoke of the kind of joy that only comes from a deep-seated spiritual awareness of good. In every context I ever knew George, he expected good, he welcomed good, and he gave all that was good. His light will keep shining in all of us who experienced his generosity

The most perfect description of George I know is in that old gospel hymn, “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine.” He always, always let his light shine--and what an amazing light it was. Since I got the sad news last year that George had passed away, I’ve been thinking about him quite

Where heart and mind meet What an extraordinary guy! I “inherited” the gift of friendship with George and Bonniesue through David, who had the good fortune to be George’s roommate in Elsah in the late 70s. David and I so enjoyed our occasional visits with all the Wadleighs, and the intermittent (an

I once asked Milton Simon, CSB, a pupil of Adam Dickey, “Who are those most readily healed in Christian Science?” He answered, “Those who are the most Christian.” The same can be said of those who most readily heal. You have to be a Christian before you’re a Christian Scientist. George fulfilled b

We met George, his wife Bonniesue, and their children when we lived in Elgin. With a warm smile and a twinkle in his eye he welcomed good conversation, enjoyed frolicking with English and French language, and rejoiced in the opportunity to share his love for music and commitment to his beliefs. As a

I met George in 1975 while we were both students at Principia College. I know we had at least one class, Renaissance lit, together and still laugh, remembering George's wonderful comment, "I can't believe that guy was a shepherd!" Clearly he did not think T expressed any nurturing, shepherding quali

Thank you for allowing us to share how much your beloved George meant to each of us. I enjoyed reading the biography of things I did not know. I appreciate and treasure my decades long relationship with George as one of the greatest supporters of my causes for justice and as the most effective pra

Like so many others, my family and I have been blessed by our connection to George. It’s an honor to add these words of gratitude to others’ accounts for his acts of genuine kindness and courageous example of integrity and love for humanity and God. When George and his family lived in southern Illi

I continue to think of George often. His take on a Bible verse, his chipper response to my laments, his repeated outreach when my wife died, his resonating insight into political strife, and his undaunted spirit to get at the truth—all come to mind. He was more than a friend; he was a life-comrade

George is both brilliant and immensely kind, a rare combination. What I cherish most are the times I'd be pondering a question about something in the Bible, or Mrs. Eddy's writings. George would answer the phone and my question. He has a way of listening which enveloped me with love and wisdom, and