George, oldest son of Frederick and Barbara Rembert Dietsch was born in Alsace, France, September 27, 1841. In 1852 he came to America using a sail boat for the vayage, which it took four months to accomplish. They settled down in Newark, Wayne Co., New York.
He was united in marriage to Angeline Fork on February 1, 1863 and they started housekeeping in Toledo, Ohio where he had employment as railroad carpenter. To this union seven children were born, George, Lottie, Charles H., Alvin F., Edith E. Fisher, Olive M. Criswell, and Ernest E. In 1878 the happy family moved to St. Joseph township, Williams Co., Ohio. They lived there two years when he bought and moved on his present farm in Milford Township.
Two of his children, George and Lottie were called to the spirit world in infancy. His wife preceded him in death on May 7, 1909, but he continued keeping the home just as she left it, so it would seem more homelike whenever the children, who all live close to home would come. Thou he lived in his home, he now ate his three meals a day at the home of his youngest son, Ernest, who lives next door. The latter's two children were now an especially great companion and pastime for him.
The subject of this sketch was baptized in infancy and was confirmed in the St Paul's Lutheran Church in Toledo, Ohio. In later years he supported the Presbyterian Church of Edgerton. Three years ago he sickened of the dread disease of which he also died. The children did all in their power to make the sunset of his life as bright and cheerful ans loving hands and tender care could do.
He departed this life Dec. 8, 1922, aged 82 years, 2 months and 11 days. He leaves to mourn his departure a brother in Utica, Nebraska, five children, fourteen grandchildren, many relatives and friends. Their earthly loss was his eternal gain.
the funeral was held from the Presbyterian church, Monday p.m. conducted by Rev. P. W. Plueddemann and was largely attended.

"Jesus, while our hearts are bleeding,
O'er the spoils that death has won,
We would at this solemn meeting calmly say "Thy will be done."
By thy hands the boon was given,
Thou has taken but thine own,
Lord of earth, and God in heaven,
Evermore, "Thy will be done."
- Thomas Hastings