George W. Schaffer passed away peacefully on January 8th, at his home after a short illness. Born on December 13, 1922 in Minneapolis, MN, he graduated from high school in Minneapolis. During WWII he was stationed in Hawaii while serving with the U.S. Army Signal Corp. After being released from the service he attended the University of Minnesota, graduating in 1949 with a degree in electrical engineering. In 1950 he married the love of his life, Elizabeth Robertson. They would live in several different areas of the country before settling in Southern California in the late 1950's and moving to Rolling Hills Estates in 1965. Over the years, George worked for various aerospace companies on many different projects including the Apollo program in the 1960's, before retiring in 1987. He also was a Realtor and was affiliated with Roberts Realty in the 1970's and 80's. George was an avid bridge player, crossword puzzle solver, gardener, reader for the blind, and art student, enjoying photography, printmaking and painting. He is preceded in death by his wife of 51 years, Elizabeth. He is survived by son David Schaffer and wife Heidi Erickson of Lincoln City, Oregon and by son Denis Schaffer and wife Debbie of Huntsville, Alabama; grandchildren Kevin, Kristine, and Kelly Schaffer also of Huntsville and granddaughter Kathleen Schaffer of Atlanta, Georgia and many nieces and nephews. He will be lovingly remembered by all who knew him. He was much loved and will be greatly missed. A celebration of George's life will be held on January 28th at his home. In lieu of flowers, contributions may be made to the Red Cross.

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  1. We will always remember George as a loving father to his sons, a loving husband to his wife. He was someone you always wanted to spend time with, enjoy conversation on many topics. He taught me a lot about bridge, but he taught me more about being a caring human being. I will miss him so much. God rest him and Liz, and console all of you. Arlene

  2. George was a good man. When I was a teenager, he nourished my budding interest in radio and electronics. When I was a young man, he and his wife Elizabeth gave gave me guidance and a temporary home while I was searching for my path in live. Thank you, George.

  3. I am deeply sorry for your loss. May God richly bless you with peace and comfort during this difficult time. Much love, Florrie

  4. So many memories. Thirty-four years. I first met George and Liz at Debbie and Denis’ Rolling Hills High School graduation. It was brief and casual. How little did I know how close we would become. George and Liz became family to me after Debbie and Denis became a couple and eventually married. As we only lived a few minutes from each other, driving to Browndeer Lane was as familiar as driving to my own home. I was always welcomed either by invite or just popping in. So many memories of meals, lunches, shopping with Liz, real estate escapades, and watercolor classes with George at the Botanical Gardens. I was amazed when George pulled out his homemade art portfolio of cardboad and string from his car trunk one morning when going into our art class. It worked. That darn thing stayed together even if only barely. We had so many family get-togethers. There were Christmases, Thanksgivings, and just visits together at Browndeer Lane. Geprge was always loyal, caring, and always fine. Whenever I dropped in on him or telephoned him I would ask him how he was doing. He was always fine. He always told me to call him if I needed help. So I did one evening while working down on the corner of 190th in Gardena, CA. My car wouldn’t start. I called my auto club several times and each time they said they were coming. It kept getting later and later. Everyone else had long gone. I finally called George and he came to my rescue by staying with me. The auto club arrived shortly after nine p.m. stating all their tow trucks had been sent out to one of those famous California multiple car pile ups. George was always loyal. No other Mexican restaurant was as good as the local Red Onion up in Rolling Hills Estates to him. I took him once to the El Paso in Torrance. He seemed to enjoy his lunch but afterwards said it just wasn’t as good as the Red Onion. We had many meals and celebrations at the Red Onion. The Schaffer’s were well known there. I’m so glad I was able to visit with George back on September 20, 2011. He looked and sounded so good that day as we sat and chatted. And again, he said he was fine. So many memories. I could write a book. One thing for sure, George and Liz (and Browndeer Lane) will forever be popping up in my thoughts. Love you. Kathy

  5. Dick and I have many wonderful memories of our long friendship with Liz and George. I especially remember a couple of hikes we did with the two of them here in Arizona and how George carefully led Liz over rocks and streams. Because Liz trusted him, she was able to do things she would never have been able to do on her own. Yet, he never treated her like she was handicapped in any way. And I remember when Liz was in the early stages of dementia, she always wanted to know that George was nearby. He cared for her completely when she was unable to do things for herself. Both Liz and George were welcoming to all and frequently opened their home to others. Our daughter, Carrie and our friend Nhu were both recipients of that hospitality. Liz and George set an example of friendship, hospitality and kindness. The world is a better place because of how they lived and related to others.

  6. George was a loyal and dedicated volunteer at Saint Joseph’s Hospital. I enjoyed many years of conversations and humor with George and his long time volunteer partner, John Dyer. He always had a smile and something funny to say. He will be missed.

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