October 24, 1932 ~ March 30, 2020

Born in: Tchula, MS
Resided in: Indianapolis, IN

George Braxton, affectionately known to the community as “GB”, transitioned on March 30,
2020 at 7:45 am. GB was born on October 24, 1932 in Tchula, Mississippi to Aaron Braxton Sr.
and Caldonia Smith. George was raised and attended school in Inverness, Mississippi. In 1949
he moved with his family to Indianapolis, IN. It was there that he met his future wife, Della Mae
Smith and they were united in marriage on September 27, 1951. During this union, they had
three daughters; Dot, Jean and Defra. They were married for 35 years until she transitioned on
March 6, 1987.
GB served in the United States Army and was honorably discharged in 1955. GB worked for
Chrysler Corporation as a machinist for 40 years before retiring in July of 1988.
Everyone that knew GB knew he was a jack of all trades. He usually mastered them all and was
a true entrepreneur. GB was the definition of a hustler and business owner. Some of his early
business ventures included making Corn Whiskey in which he employed his children, sister and
brother in laws. Their job was to go to 7-11 and pick up 25 lb bags of sugar. Can you imagine
10, 11 and 12 year olds buying that much sugar? He was best known for having “Sunday Liquor
Sales” long before the state of Indiana began “Sunday Liquor Sales”. This lasted for well over
40 years.
GB was also a real estate developer with his son/grandson, Chuck, whom he called “Crazy
Horse”. He had an affinity for cars, which he shared with his other son/grandson, Mike, whom
he called “My Dawg”.
GB hosted “casino nights” on a weekly basis. He loved the ticket house and writing his
numbers. His cars were full of old tickets and peanut hulls. Whenever you asked GB how he
was doing, his answer was always “broke”.
GB is preceded in death by his parents, Aaron Braxton Sr. and Caldonia Smith; siblings, George
Braxton, Joe Pete Braxton, Bessie Braxton, Mattie Gold, Dora Williams, Aaron (AJ) Braxton Jr.,
Joe Willie (JW) Braxton Sr., Arthur Weatherby, Howard Weatherby, Henry “Squirrel” Weatherby
and Rosie Bea Sims; grandson, Brandon Gowdy; and family friend, Larry Robinson.
He is survived by his four daughters, Delores Braxton-Kennedy, Doris Jean Crenshaw, Debbie
(Calvin Sr.) Gowdy, and Kathi Brooks; 8 grandchildren, Michael (Lisa) Adair, Tina (Bumni)
Egunjobi, Shikisha Mimms, Charles Kennedy Jr., Karmen (Donald) Rogers, Robin Stewart,
Calvin Gowdy Jr. and Jessica Gowdy; 9 great grandchildren; 1 great-great grandchild; 2 sister
in-laws, Roberta Jackson and Eve Smith; special family friend, Rhonda Shanklin; plus a host of
nieces, nephews, and his entire 17th and Bellefontaine Family

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  1. Every time I saw Uncle. GB he said girl you’re bigger than me. He always had to say something smart to me. He will definitely be missed. Love you Uncle GB

  2. Uncle GB the last of my Daddys brothers To transition you are loved and missed beyond measure R.I.P. Until we meet again. To my family I love you all .

  3. Good bye Uncle GB you will be missed as you are the last brother that my daddy had left alive. You are altogether and will not miss the shake. Rest In Peace.

  4. Thoughts and prayers are with you. I didn’t know your dad personally but through Dot, I feel I know him in his humor, by her sharing them.

  5. Deepest sympathy for the lost of my Daddy’s baby brother, Uncle GB, the last of my uncles. Prayers are extended to the Braxton Family.

  6. I just happened to be browsing the other obituaries after looking for and finding the obituary of a child my wife had as a student last year in school. I was surprised and caught off guard to see Mr. GB’s obituary here as well. Mr. GB was a real cool guy who tended to his own business and never bothered anyone, but didn’t hesitate to give Hell to whoever thought they were gonna bully and push him around. The fact that my big brother (Larry Robinson) has been deceased for right at 15yrs and yet was still mentioned here in Mr. GB’s obituary, shows just how good of a friend he was to those he considered a friend. I was around and can say without hesitation that he truly was like a father to my big brother.
    R.I.P. Mr. G.B. You held your own down on that corner for Years, but now I guess someone else can take a shot and step forward and try to fill your shoes in the Hustle and Grind game. It’ll Never happen, but they can Try. Anyway, rest easy, sir.

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