George Henry Zieseniss
George Henry Zieseniss: A Life Well-Lived and a Punchline to the End In the infamous town of Crown Point, Indiana, George Henry Zieseniss was more than just an uncle—he was a legend.
At 73 years, just 3 weeks before his 74th birthday George, decided to skip his ice cream headache leaving us to celebrate his well lived life.
The Early Years: From Grain Fields to Guffaws George was born on a windy day, surrounded by cornstalks and piglets. His first words? “Pass the wrench, Ma!” Yes, even as a toddler, George had a penchant for tools and punchlines. Legend has it that he fixed his own crib with duct tape.
Military Maneuvers and Mechanical Mayhem – George served in the US Army, where he discovered that tanks and trucks were just oversized Tonka waiting to be tinkered with. As a diesel mechanic, he could diagnose engine troubles with a single sniff. “Smells like a broken piston, ” he’d say, wiping grease off his face. And when he wasn’t under the hood, he was on stage—yes, George moonlighted as a stand-up comedian. His favorite joke? “Why did the tractor blush? Because it saw the combine harvester!”
Highways, Byways, and Belly Laughs – George’s long-haul trucker days were epic. He’d steer his rig through blizzards, tornadoes, and traffic jams, all while practicing his routine. “Why did the chicken cross the road? To get to the truck stop buffet!” His fellow truckers would groan, but secretly, they loved him. George’s CB handle? “Bond, bond fire.” 005 he taught James how to drive. Named after his red hair and bushel size red beard. Oh, how he liked to both shake and stir things up.
Fish Tales and Family Feasts – When George retired, he traded his steering wheel for a fishing rod. His secret? He’d tell the fish jokes. “Hey, trout, why the long face?” he’d whisper. And the fish would leap into his deep fryer, eager to be part of the punchline. George’s fish fries were legendary—neighbors, cousins, and distant relatives would gather, all hoping for a side of laughter with their walleye.
The remaining Zieseniss Clan: His four siblings, Doris Eileen Hill, {Becky, Carol, Ed, Darrell} Harry Zieseniss {Jeanie, Alice, Mike} Ila Solomon {Sam, Dawn, Carrie, Wendell, Ralph, Walter, Zeak} Carrie Turner {Tiffany, Crissy} and sister-in-law Florinda Zieseniss {Clay, Cody (Pinky)} and 21 great nieces and nephews. Preceded in death by both of is parents Albert Hood Zieseniss and mother Lillian Frances Alexander Zieseniss, and siblings Clara Abraham, Lottie Ann Davis, and William Zieseniss and nephews Ishmael Gavan, Anthony Maztel, and wives, Cindy {and child George Jr} and Yvonne Zieseniss. And so, Uncle George left this world, leaving behind a trail of laughter, an extended family full of fish and fries. As the sun sets over his nephew Cody Zieseniss’ household, the wind whispered, “Why did George cross the pearly gates? To tell God a joke, of course!”
There will be no services. Because we all have headaches from eating ice cream cones too fast.
The arrangements were entrusted to the Lusk-McFarland Funeral Home, 1120 Main St., Paris, KY. The online guestbook is at www.Lusk-McFarland.com and a 24-hour funeral information line can be reached by calling 859-987-4387.
