Frank was a good guy; sincere, caring, calm and easy going. I refer to him as being the " quiet thinker". I never knew quite what he was thinking. Kind of private that way. I remember how Frank could "crack" a joke without hardly making a smile. Sometimes I was left wondering if what he said was meant to be a joke.
You were taken far too soon. I feel saddened by the news of your death. You are missed. Rest in Peace.
May the angels carry you up above the clouds, Frank!
We sat alphabetically in class and Frank sat in front of me. He was forever turning around, "borrowing" my pencils, etc. So I would smack him with my ruler and then I would get into trouble! Then we would do it all over again the next time - guess I was a slow learner because the teacher always caught me.
Frank and I were good friends both at St. Joe's and through LVR. In the early days I had a Nelson Advertiser route with 180 papers along Baker Street and Frank would help me deliver, with me on one side of the street and him on the other. I made 90 cents every Wednesday for that delivery and I paid Frank each Wednesday with a bottle of Orange Crush at the little store on Ward Street.
Frank died suddenly in 1966 at age twenty and I was asked to be a pall bearer at his funeral along with Cliff Hutt, Art Lang and three others. As an altar boy at the Cathedral , I had served at many funerals but the people were, to me, nameless.
When Frank died at such a young age, a funeral became to me something more than a ritual, When I watched his younger sisters and mother weeping at the gravesite , death took on a new and very personal meaning for me.
Pam Stegeman (De Kock)
Frank was a good guy; sincere, caring, calm and easy going. I refer to him as being the " quiet thinker". I never knew quite what he was thinking. Kind of private that way. I remember how Frank could "crack" a joke without hardly making a smile. Sometimes I was left wondering if what he said was meant to be a joke.
You were taken far too soon. I feel saddened by the news of your death. You are missed. Rest in Peace.
May the angels carry you up above the clouds, Frank!
Prayers,
Pam LVR 64.
Shirley Sodlosky (Karasz)
We sat alphabetically in class and Frank sat in front of me. He was forever turning around, "borrowing" my pencils, etc. So I would smack him with my ruler and then I would get into trouble! Then we would do it all over again the next time - guess I was a slow learner because the teacher always caught me.
Rick Joyce
Frank and I were good friends both at St. Joe's and through LVR. In the early days I had a Nelson Advertiser route with 180 papers along Baker Street and Frank would help me deliver, with me on one side of the street and him on the other. I made 90 cents every Wednesday for that delivery and I paid Frank each Wednesday with a bottle of Orange Crush at the little store on Ward Street.
Frank died suddenly in 1966 at age twenty and I was asked to be a pall bearer at his funeral along with Cliff Hutt, Art Lang and three others. As an altar boy at the Cathedral , I had served at many funerals but the people were, to me, nameless.
When Frank died at such a young age, a funeral became to me something more than a ritual, When I watched his younger sisters and mother weeping at the gravesite , death took on a new and very personal meaning for me.
Frank was a good man.