Beloved son of the late George W. Evans, Jr. and Cynthia L. Brooks and beloved stepson of the late Raymond W. Brooks. Survived by his loving wife of 53 years, Kathleen A. (Collins) Evans; his children Keith R. Evans, Hilary A. Evans and her husband Christopher K. Lowman, Bronwen C. Evans and her partner Christian J. Tiongson; his grandchildren Sarah E. Evans and Timothy J. Evans and their mother Pamela; his brothers-in-law Michael (Mary) R. Collins and Daniel (Ellen) O. Collins and sister-in-law Irene (George) A. Hawley (“Gretchie”); his much loved nieces and nephews; the Mclaughlins; and many good friends near and far. He is predeceased by his dear sister-in-law Anne F. (Collins) Walsh (“Tuffy”).

George (“Skippy,” “Skip,” “Stibbs”) was born at St. Margaret’s hospital in Dorchester, Massachusetts. His father passed when George was four months old, and his mother subsequently married Raymond Brooks. Raised in the quiet Clam Point neighborhood of Dorchester, George loved to shoot tennis balls with a hockey stick for his dog DeeDee to catch and to play stickball with his childhood best friends in the dead end on his street.

He graduated from Boston English High School in 1963 and afterward joined the United States Navy, serving in the reserves and in active duty. Upon his Honorable Discharge, he began his decades-long career in banking, briefly working as a Preloader at the United Postal Service before his retirement in 2008. He was rightly proud of his time in the Navy and reflected this in his home, which is dripping with Navy memorabilia. He was devoted to his church and served on the Vestry as a member from 1968 to 1993, Clerk from 1973 to 1974, Junior Warden from 1982 to 1983, and Senior Warden from 1984 to 1993, roles he very much loved and in which he thrived.

After George and Kathy married and started their family in 1970, they moved to Savin Hill. His warm and silly personality made him a great player; he loved playing with his kids and being involved in their activities. He taught them how to fly kites, shoot hoops, and ride their bicycles. He played catch with them in his parents’ backyard and tossed apples from their trees over the back fence with Keith. The two would also attend Harvard hockey games together, even in the bitter cold. He co-coached Hilary’s softball team and always wanted to hear her stories about the children in her professional care. He took several albums’ worth of pictures at Bronwen’s riding lessons, and when his grandkids came along, he looked forward to soccer games and track practice every week or weekend. He dressed up for Sarah’s dance recitals and bundled up for Timothy’s hockey games.

George had a fervent affinity for college and professional sports. His love of boxing was ignited in the Navy and resulted in a substantial collection of Ring and other boxing magazines. He kept meticulous records of his favorite teams for years and transferred his skill and passion to his detailed record-keeping of Bronwen’s equestrian competitions. University of Kentucky and UConn women's basketball, Harvard, the Chicago Cubs, LA Dodgers, Dallas Cowboys (he was a huge fan of Roger Staubach), Baltimore Orioles and Ravens, Tottenham Hotspurs, and of course the Navy were among his favorite teams. Rugby, Cricket, and Formula One racing in part reflected the breadth of his interests. Swimming was one of his favorite Olympic sports. Though not competitive himself, he enjoyed swimming and often walked with his neighbor and good friend Alf across Morrissey Boulevard to take advantage of the swimming pool at UMass Boston.

George was also a huge history buff. A walking encyclopedia, he could answer any sports questions and discuss almost any topic in U.S. History at length. He also demonstrated a very pointed interest in Indigenous Peoples, soaking up all the information he could. He loved books, magazines, media guides, newspapers (for a period of time, he would even meet with a friend in the Blue Hills every few months for coffee and a newspaper exchange), and trips to his favorite bookstores. He loved all things Welsh and was sure to wish everyone “Dydd Gwyl Dewi Hapus” – “Happy St. David’s Day” – on the first of March.

George ran on Dunkin’ (always a hot medium with three creams and five sugars), The Boston Globe, and music – especially Johnny Mathis (a love he shared with Kathy) and his recent new favorite, Gregory Alan Isakov. He had a beautiful, sonorous voice and would spontaneously burst into song and leave his family hanging on only one line or verse, never a complete song.

He cherished his pets, to whom he assigned creative names or nicknames (many less eccentric than those he lovingly gave his kids) – Knick and Knack, DD710 (“DeeDee”), Tia (“Tia Tippin Tobin Atwell”), Emmaline (“Emmy” or “Emmaline Tochinsky”), Cricket (“Cricket Madagascan”), and Sebastian Bach – and by all of whom he is predeceased. He was deeply fond of Nutmeg, the newest addition to the family. “Where’s the kitty?” he would frequently ask. She’s safe and sound, George. We promise. And we hope you are, too. We hope that you feel our unconditional love and find unquantifiable and unending happiness, comfort, and peace wherever your soul may rest.

George’s family would like to extend our sincerest and deepest gratitude to George’s medical team; to the emergency responders and hospital staff for their prompt, compassionate, expert care; and to our neighbors, friends, and close ones for their love and support.

Visiting hour at Dolan Funeral Home, 460 Granite Avenue, EAST MILTON SQUARE, Friday August 2 at 10:00 am, followed by a service celebrating George's life at 11:00 am. Graveside service at the Massachusetts National Cemetery, Connery Avenue, Bourne at 2:30 PM.