George Schofield
We played together as kids. George was Mickey Costabile's cousin and lived next door. Both were dear friends in Lawrence Park PA.
As we all know, George was a very warm, and comforting figure. He became a pillar for me during a hard transition period of my life as a young man and our relationship carried on into my adult life. After my time at Race street had passed, I would often swing by the kitchen and just sit with him for 20 minutes or so, sharing updates and reminiscing on foolish mistakes I had made during my time there. Whether it was food, a joke, or an informative story laced with wisdom, he always had something to share and would do it with a smile. To say I’ll miss him would be an understatement. It’s hard to put into words how much I valued him. In the end, I’m just happy I got to tell him I loved him before it was over.
I didn’t know how to begin or what to say. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for everything you taught me, for all the patience you had with me, and for teaching me how to cook with love and style. You have no idea how much I will miss all the conversations we had, and all the stories about your children who you were so proud of. I was always amazed by your incredible memory for every single one of those stories. But what I will miss even more are those mornings when before starting work, we would sit down with a cup of coffee and some Mexican bread which you enjoyed so much. You fought like a true warrior until the very end, and I know you are in a better place now, reunited with your parents, who you missed so dearly. You leave a great void behind, but I promise to remember you in every dish I cook. You will always hold a special place in my heart.
Hey buddy I just wanted to say it was an honor to know you.your were an amazing customer and and even better friend . I just wish we had more time together . You were one of my first accounts and you often teased me how I just walked into your kitchen one day wanting to do business. You were one of the closest friends I had the pleasure of meeting through this crazy business. I am grateful we got to talk last Wednesday briefly. I know you’re in a better place not suffering anymore. I love ya buddy
Through my friendship with Melody, I was lucky enough to get to know her dad, George, and share so many wonderful memories with him. Some of my favorite memories are from our girls’ days together, when we would stop by the restaurant where George was the chef. He would always make our special orders, and no matter how busy he was, he would find time to stop by our table and greet us with a smile. And if we happened to have a pup with us, you could always count on George bringing out some bacon! He especially loved Melody’s girls, Zola and Koa, and always made sure they got a little something special, too. Another memory I’ll always cherish is when George took Melody and me to see Cirque du Soleil’s TORUK – The First Flight, inspired by Avatar, in Philadelphia. It was such a special experience and one I’ll always remember fondly. One of the most beautiful memories, though, was celebrating Melody and Vladan’s wedding. I remember how proud George was to have everyone gather at his restaurant for the meal afterward. There was something so meaningful about watching him do what he loved, preparing food for the people he loved, on one of the most important days of his daughter’s life. You could see the pride and happiness in him, not only in sharing his gift with everyone, but in watching his little girl begin a new chapter of her life. But beyond all these wonderful memories, what stands out to me most is the incredible father I had the privilege of witnessing. Through the years, I saw just how deeply George loved Melody. There was something so special about their bond, and it was always evident how much she meant to him. As her best friend, it meant so much to see her loved so wholeheartedly by her dad. I will always be grateful that my friendship with Melody gave me the opportunity to know George, experience his kindness, and witness the beautiful love he had for his daughter. He leaves behind so many wonderful memories, but perhaps his greatest legacy is the love he poured into the people around him, especially Melody. That love will live on, always.
Through my friendship with Melody, I was lucky enough to get to know her dad, George, and share so many wonderful memories with him.
Some of my favorite memories are from our girls’ days together, when we would stop by the restaurant where George was the chef. He would always make our special orders, and no matter how busy he was, he would find time to stop by our table and greet us with a smile. And if we happened to have a pup with us, you could always count on George bringing out some bacon! He especially loved Melody’s girls, Zola and Koa, and always made sure they got a little something special, too.
Another memory I’ll always cherish is when George took Melody and me to see Cirque du Soleil’s TORUK – The First Flight, inspired by Avatar, in Philadelphia. It was such a special experience and one I’ll always remember fondly.
One of the most beautiful memories, though, was celebrating Melody and Vladan’s wedding. I remember how proud George was to have everyone gather at his restaurant for the meal afterward. There was something so meaningful about watching him do what he loved, preparing food for the people he loved, on one of the most important days of his daughter’s life. You could see the pride and happiness in him, not only in sharing his gift with everyone, but in watching his little girl begin a new chapter of her life.
But beyond all these wonderful memories, what stands out to me most is the incredible father I had the privilege of witnessing. Through the years, I saw just how deeply George loved Melody. There was something so special about their bond, and it was always evident how much she meant to him. As her best friend, it meant so much to see her loved so wholeheartedly by her dad.
I will always be grateful that my friendship with Melody gave me the opportunity to know George, experience his kindness, and witness the beautiful love he had for his daughter. He leaves behind so many wonderful memories, but perhaps his greatest legacy is the love he poured into the people around him, especially Melody. That love will live on, always.
Hey buddy I just wanted to say it was an honor to know you.your were an amazing customer and and even better friend . I just wish we had more time together . You were one of my first accounts and you often teased me how I just walked into your kitchen one day wanting to do business. You were one of the closest friends I had the pleasure of meeting through this crazy business. I am grateful we got to talk last Wednesday briefly. I know you’re in a better place not suffering anymore. I love ya buddy
I didn’t know how to begin or what to say. All I can say is thank you. Thank you for everything you taught me, for all the patience you had with me, and for teaching me how to cook with love and style. You have no idea how much I will miss all the conversations we had, and all the stories about your children who you were so proud of. I was always amazed by your incredible memory for every single one of those stories. But what I will miss even more are those mornings when before starting work, we would sit down with a cup of coffee and some Mexican bread which you enjoyed so much. You fought like a true warrior until the very end, and I know you are in a better place now, reunited with your parents, who you missed so dearly. You leave a great void behind, but I promise to remember you in every dish I cook. You will always hold a special place in my heart.
As we all know, George was a very warm, and comforting figure. He became a pillar for me during a hard transition period of my life as a young man and our relationship carried on into my adult life.
After my time at Race street had passed, I would often swing by the kitchen and just sit with him for 20 minutes or so, sharing updates and reminiscing on foolish mistakes I had made during my time there. Whether it was food, a joke, or an informative story laced with wisdom, he always had something to share and would do it with a smile.
To say I’ll miss him would be an understatement. It’s hard to put into words how much I valued him. In the end, I’m just happy I got to tell him I loved him before it was over.
We played together as kids. George was Mickey Costabile’s cousin and lived next door. Both were dear friends in Lawrence Park PA.