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		 Like 
		the summer sunsets over Galveston Bay that George Phydias Mitchell 
		loved, he slipped quietly, peacefully beyond the horizon of this living 
		realm. His brilliant life leaves a legacy to guide our family and the 
		communities he loved.  
		 
		
		He was born the third of four children to Greek immigrants, his father a 
		hardscrabble entrepreneur and gambler, his mother a dedicated and 
		inspiring beauty from Argos. Our father overcame poverty and the early 
		loss of his mother to achieve outsized accomplishments while never 
		forgetting his humble roots nor his mother's compassion. He led his life 
		with a winning combination of confidence, risk, intellect, imagination, 
		persistence, integrity and loyalty. He touched the lives of countless 
		people and left the world a better place.  
		 
		
		Always resourceful, he spent his boyhood fishing along the Galveston 
		ship channel jetties and working odd jobs for the operators of a fishing 
		pier. His fishing prowess provided food for the family table. To support 
		the family, young George also earned money selling his catch and 
		handmade bamboo fishing poles to tourists.  
		 
		
		As a child, he dreamed of becoming an astronomer, and applied himself to 
		the study of math, physics and chemistry. His mother wished for him to 
		become a physician, but then his brother Johnny arranged a summer job in 
		the oil patch where Dad became enthralled with the hunt for petroleum. 
		During Dad's time at Texas 
		A&M University, 
		where he studied petroleum engineering and geology, he honed his 
		entrepreneurial skills by selling gold embossed stationery to lovesick 
		freshmen. Stationery profits kept him enrolled through graduation, but 
		looking ahead he was inspired by Professor Vance who told him, "If you 
		want to drive a Chevrolet, work for a big oil company, but if you want 
		to drive a Cadillac be an independent."  
		 
		
		As an unflagging optimist, Dad never let a defeat trip him up. When his 
		beloved Aggies had their 1941 national championship hopes shattered in a 
		loss to the Texas Longhorns in the last game of the season, he rose 
		above the gloom during the train ride back to Houston from College 
		Station and introduced himself to beautiful identical twin sisters. One 
		of them, Cynthia Loretta Woods, would become his lifelong partner. Her 
		diary entry: "Met a cute soldier today."  
		 
		
		Dad's officer training at Texas A&M prepared him for the rank of Captain 
		in the Army. When World War II broke out, he yearned to be deployed 
		overseas with his two brothers and comrades from Texas A&M. Appreciating 
		his work ethic and leadership, his commanding officer in the Corps of 
		Engineers schemed to get Dad assigned to his division stationed in 
		Galveston. Mom always teased him that he finally got his wish by being 
		deployed, "Overseas, to Galveston!" 
		 
		
		After the war, he worked for a major oil company in the Louisiana 
		swamps. But, recalling Professor Vance's lesson, he returned to Houston 
		to establish an independent consulting business with his brother, 
		Johnny. Soon, Dad's acute abilities earned him the reputation as a 
		smart, young geologist and engineer with a knack for finding oil and 
		gas. Uncle Johnny, for his part, was an exceptional promoter, and 
		together they attracted investors, often over the lunch counter at the 
		Esperson Drugstore. In time they invited their oldest brother Christie, 
		who was living in Galveston, to join them in Houston. But Uncle 
		Christie, the quintessential beachcomber and a clever journalist for the 
		Galveston Daily News, turned down their invitation, declaring, "Any fool 
		can make a million dollars in Houston but it takes a genius to make a 
		living in Galveston."  
		 
		
		Through the 1950s and '60s, our father and Uncle Johnny built the 
		independent company that became Mitchell Energy and Development 
		Corporation. Two decades before his innovations in hydraulic fracturing 
		achieved economically feasible production of natural gas from the tight 
		Barnett Shale of North Texas, he envisioned that the shale resources in 
		North America could change the country's energy outlook. Flying in the 
		face of a barrage of naysayers, his multi-decade, high-risk commitment 
		to crack the shale, literally and intellectually, has now fundamentally 
		altered world energy markets. But, he also recognized the potential 
		environmental consequences, and has dedicated philanthropic funding to 
		support stakeholder collaborations in raising the standards for gas 
		drilling to protect water and air quality. 
		 
		
		For Dad, tennis was a life-long passion. He played as a boy on the 
		public courts in Galveston, was captain of the Texas A&M tennis team, 
		and remained a competitive player into his late 70s. Three days a week 
		you could find him at the Houston Racquet Club for his four o'clock 
		match. He challenged his children, promising a reward for anyone who 
		could beat him in tennis before he turned 60. No one did, and that 
		included several who played on high school tennis teams. He extended the 
		challenge to age 65 for lack of serious competition. Still, no one came 
		close. As in business, he was not a power player, but used consistency 
		and maddening precision as his weapons. 
		 
		
		Along the way, he and Mom enjoyed the camaraderie of other business 
		leaders who gathered at the periodic retreats of the Young Presidents' 
		Organization. In YPO they developed dear friendships with other couples 
		nationwide. As lovers of ideas and informed discourse, our parents were 
		especially inspired by the exceptional guest lecturers at YPO 
		conventions. One in particular had a profound effect on them: 
		Buckminster Fuller. Fuller conveyed that intellectual and financial 
		capital was in the hands of private sector leaders, and the future of 
		what Fuller called ""Spaceship Earth"" had a dim prognosis if they did 
		nothing about the challenges that confronted humanity -- population 
		growth, environmental degradation and resource depletion. This lecture 
		changed his life.  
		 
		
		Starting in the early 1960s he endeavored to learn about the challenges 
		we now refer to as sustainability and to plan bold actions to make his 
		contribution, just as implored by Fuller. The most prominent result was 
		the creation of a new town, The Woodlands. His blueprint for the tract 
		of land was inspired by the concepts in Ian McHarg's book, "Design with 
		Nature," combined with a yearning for the human scale of his boyhood 
		Galveston neighborhoods. He wanted The Woodlands to demonstrate how 
		Houston could grow sustainably. The town that emerged from his vision 
		won the prestigious FIABCI Prix D'Excellence international award for 
		design, among many other accolades, and is now home for more than 
		120,000 people.  
		 
		
		He encouraged the National Academy of Sciences to initiate efforts in 
		sustainability, supporting their influential report "Our Common Journey 
		– A Transition Toward Sustainability." Later he provided an endowment to 
		support the Roundtable on Science and Technology for Sustainability at 
		the Academy and he endowed the Houston Advanced Research Center in 
		perpetuity to support its sustainability mission. 
		 
		
		Some have called Dad "Mr. Galveston" for his passionate commitment to 
		revitalizing the island's economy. Troubled by Galveston's decades-long 
		decline he invested in the historic Strand District of Galveston 
		igniting an economic and cultural rebirth. Starting in the mid-1980s, 
		Mom and Dad had wonderful fun together reestablishing the Mardi Gras 
		celebration in Galveston. The annual ritual of dressing up in costumes 
		and face paint for Mardi Gras at The Tremont House is the source of 
		great memories and priceless photos.  
		 
		
		Among our most enduring family memories are the fishing trips to the 
		Galveston jetties on our boat, Where the Fish Are. Dad was endlessly 
		untangling fishing lines of toddlers and teens, baiting hooks, 
		extracting hooks – from fish and children – and keeping little ones 
		safe. He cheered on youngsters reeling in specs and reds with a proud 
		shout, "Fight 'em, fella." Unnoticed in the din, he always landed more 
		fish than the combined catch of all others. On those warm summer 
		evenings, after eating his signature lemon-butter broiled fish, Dad 
		would set up a telescope to stargaze while Mom and the older children 
		made hand-cranked ice cream.  
		 
		
		In 1963 they had the courage – or foolishness – to load the station 
		wagon with 11 family members for an epic cross-country road trip for 
		Mom's twenty-fifth high school reunion in Illinois. Remarkably, Dad, who 
		relished these spirited diversions, operated in parallel at the highest 
		level in a business world that had minimal interference with his time 
		devoted to us. Our father's loving attention touched us all. His 
		commitment to family – and his optimism and confidence – are summed up 
		in a line from a letter he wrote to his sister Maria at a time when they 
		struggled financially to stay in college: "It's a tough old world sis 
		but if we pull together we can lick it." 
		 
		
		 While 
		we fondly remember stargazing on warm summer nights in Galveston in the 
		early 60s, Dad was quiet in those days about his childhood dreams of 
		being an astronomer. However, decades later, once he sold Mitchell 
		Energy and Development Corporation, the twinkle of starlight was 
		rekindled in his imagination. Still driven by a burning curiosity and a 
		fascination of what may lie at the edge of what is knowable, he founded 
		the George P. and Cynthia Woods Mitchell Institute for Fundamental 
		Physics and Astronomy at Texas A&M. With the Board of the Carnegie 
		Institute of Science he co-funded an initiative to build the first of 
		six massive mirrors for the Giant Magellan Telescope, an unprecedented, 
		high-risk engineering project that proved the technology existed to open 
		new horizons in astronomy. Although he will never peer into the depths 
		of the universe with these new scientific tools, those who do see 
		farther will benefit from his vision and commitment. 
		 
		
		He dreamed big. Our living memory is inspired by his big dreams, grand 
		challenges and the sustained perseverance he demonstrated. He achieved 
		excellence in diverse endeavors, including loving all of us, all of 
		humanity and nature in all its diversity. 
		 
		
		George Phydias Mitchell is preceded in death by his wife, Cynthia Woods 
		Mitchell, and his two brothers, Christie and Johnny. He is survived by 
		his sister, Maria Mitchell Ballantyne; his sister-in-law Pamela Woods 
		Loomis; his daughters Pamela Maguire, Meredith Dreiss and Sheridan 
		Lorenz; his sons Scott, Mark, Kent, Greg, Kirk, Todd and Grant; 23 
		grandchildren, 5 great grandchildren and 19 nieces and nephews. 
		 
		
		The family has planned two memorial services to remember George P. 
		Mitchell. 
		 
		
		On Tuesday, the 6th of August at 5:30 p.m. a memorial service will be 
		held at Trinity Episcopal Church, 2216 Ball Street in Galveston, 
		followed by a celebration of his life at 7:00 p.m., at Saengerfest Park, 
		23rd and Strand. Please dress comfortably for the Texas summer heat. 
		 
		
		On Thursday, the 8th of August at 7:30 p.m. a tribute will be held at 
		The Cynthia Woods Mitchell Pavilion, 2005 Lake Robbins Drive in The 
		Woodlands. This event is open to everyone who wishes to share in 
		celebrating the life of George P. Mitchell. 
		 
		
		The Mitchell family requests that, in lieu of flowers, donations be made 
		in George P. Mitchell's memory to the Galveston Sustainable Communities 
		Alliance, Galveston Island Nature Tourism Council, or Galveston Academic 
		Excellence Booster Club. For more information, please visit cgmf.org. 
		 
		
		The family expresses its deepest gratitude to so many who supported our 
		father in recent years, especially a team of caregivers including 
		Adrianna Carr, Marvin Kelley, Augusta Morris, Betty Socie, Lisa Socie, 
		and Lafondra Williams.  
		 
		Reprint from the Houston 
		Chronicle, B-4 
		Thursday, August 1, 2013  |