Gene Paxton Scott, age 87, of Danville died July 18, 2009 at his home on Highway 80.
There was a casual memorial service to celebrate Gene's life on Friday, July 24th at 11: 00 a.m. at the JoGene Ranch, 28137 State Hwy 80.
This man was one of the nicest people I have ever known.
Born in Iowa, Gene was a civilian pilot who joined the Marines to defend our country in WWII. He and his wife lived in New Bern, North Carolina where he was stationed in the Marine Corps at Cherry Point.
He became a Marine pilot, flying a Corsair (and everything else he once told me) in the Pacific.
Gene and his wife raised seven children, one of which he named Corsair. His wife passed away six years ago. He had been battling cancer (for at least seven years that I know of), and always had a smile for us. Sadly, pneumonia took him very quickly last weekend.
His outdoor memorial service was attended by his huge family at the ranch along Dutch Creek Mountain. A Marine Color Guard was in attendance, along with one of his horses, saddled with backwards boots in the stirrups as he requested.
Everytime I spoke with him in the last six years, he mentioned his salvation, and sadness of what he had to do in WWII. I ask that you keep him in your thoughts, as he was one of the best of our Greatest Generation.
Peace. Out.
There was a casual memorial service to celebrate Gene's life on Friday, July 24th at 11: 00 a.m. at the JoGene Ranch, 28137 State Hwy 80.
This man was one of the nicest people I have ever known.
Born in Iowa, Gene was a civilian pilot who joined the Marines to defend our country in WWII. He and his wife lived in New Bern, North Carolina where he was stationed in the Marine Corps at Cherry Point.
He became a Marine pilot, flying a Corsair (and everything else he once told me) in the Pacific.
Gene and his wife raised seven children, one of which he named Corsair. His wife passed away six years ago. He had been battling cancer (for at least seven years that I know of), and always had a smile for us. Sadly, pneumonia took him very quickly last weekend.
His outdoor memorial service was attended by his huge family at the ranch along Dutch Creek Mountain. A Marine Color Guard was in attendance, along with one of his horses, saddled with backwards boots in the stirrups as he requested.
Everytime I spoke with him in the last six years, he mentioned his salvation, and sadness of what he had to do in WWII. I ask that you keep him in your thoughts, as he was one of the best of our Greatest Generation.
Peace. Out.
