A loving brother Frank was.
Our brother Frank was a terrific guy. He teased us, hugged us and played many practical jokes. Can you remember having the devil scared out of you when you returned from trick and treating on Halloween and having his jump out of a pile of leaves and scare us? I can. I can also remember him playing his French Horn and Singing with at beautiful voice.
Once he bought a radio with a turn table which held 6 records and we could listen to. Then, he went off to the Marines and we were the ones who benefited from the radio.
He worked during highschool as a call boy for the UPRR, There wasn’t the telephone system we have now so they would have to go the homes or hotel to tell the railroader when his train was to depart. Lots of them stayed at the “Dixie Rooms” which was the local House of Ill-repute. But he didn’t complain because those ladies were really nice to him and gave him a sack of candy, which he shared. Leonard and Charles were also call boys. They had to ride bicycles (even in winter) to make their rounds.
There are many, many more stories and as time goes along, I’ll add some.
Rest in Peace Frank. You deserved it!!!!!