George James Cranbrook III

14 julio , 193910 octubre , 2021

George James Cranbrook III, age 82, of Maple Grove, Minnesota passed away on Sunday, October 10, 2021.

He was preceded in death by his parents, George Cranbrook, Jr. and Ruth Cranbrook; and his son, Curtis John Cranbrook.

He is survived by his wife, Joan Cranbrook; brother, John (Carole) Cranbrook; his children: Diane Mavis, Chris, Kelly (Christina), Cory (Shannan); six wonderful grandchildren; his step-children, John (Lynette) Farr, Karen Farr; nine wonderful step-grandchildren; one step-greatgrandchild; his nephew, Mike (Neringa); his niece, Kathryn (Connie); and many cousins and friends.

George was born in Minneapolis on July 14, 1939 and grew up in Excelsior, MN. He graduated from Minnetonka High School in 1957 and from St. Cloud State in 1968. He served in the US Army and in Civil Air Patrol. His early career in business was focused on sales. He later worked as a driver and repair technician for Metro Transit. George enjoyed time spent with his grandchildren and family, especially going "up North" to a lake in the summertime.

A service of remembrance will be held at 2PM on Friday, November 5, 2021 at Sunset Funeral Chapel (2250 St. Anthony Blvd NE, Minneapolis) with a visitation one-hour prior. Interment in Fort Snelling National Cemetery will take place at a date to be determined.

In lieu of flowers, please send a remembrance in George's name to the Dementia Society of America or to a charity of your choice.

Fond memories and expressions of sympathy may be shared at for the Cranbrook family.


  • Visitation

    viernes, 5 noviembre , 2021

  • Service of Remembrance

    viernes, 5 noviembre , 2021


George James Cranbrook III


Mike Cranbrook

24 octubre , 2021

George James Cranbrook III, AKA Punch, was a super uncle. I understand the nickname, “Punch”, was born out of necessity being the 3rd George. A name that he got as a kid, I think it comes from an old-timey show, something to do with - Punch and Judy. I am glad it stuck, because when my sister was born in 1962, so too was “Uncle Punch”. Uncle Punch sounds a bit like a fictional character… Cap'n Crunch or Uncle Buck.. Maybe even a superhero like Captain Marvel or Iron Man. Not sure what it is, but there is just a certain euphony to the moniker that makes it sound bigger than life.

I have many fond memories of Uncle Punch. As a kid, we lived close by, so our families were together often. Thinking back, I remember food being a big part of our get-togethers - BBQs on the back deck or a weekend breakfast. Uncle Punch showed me the goodness of soft-boiled eggs and dunkey toast, Teriyaki, and Worcestershire. Not together. Dunkey toast is a term I still like to say today. I'm also reminded of days when I was too sick to go to school, and my parents had to work, so Uncle Punch and I spent the day. He had to work too, but he had more flexibility. I’d ride along on sales calls or whatever, but he made sure I was taken care of. I also remember all the trips up north to the cabin, so many good memories that he provided.

“Uncle Punch” was born for my sister and me in 1962, coincidentally the same year that The Hulk and Spider-Man came to life. Unlike superheroes, or fictional characters my uncle was very real, especially when it came to the love and pride he had for his kids and family. Thank you for everything. RIP, Uncle Punch.

Joe May

20 octubre , 2021

George was a good man and a good friend. He was always willing to help where he could. George and I attended a lot of meetings together. He always had a supportive word for everyone. Later when he was in memory care it was so much fun to get him out, go to a meeting and then some grocery shopping for “snacks” back at memory care. We sadly lost touch doing COVID when he couldn’t get out and there was some phone problem. I think of him often and am saddened at his passing.