Elisabeth V.N.
in honor of Frank.
I have good memories of Uncle Frank (actually the husband of my mother's first cousin, Ruth) at the time. His daughter Patricia (Patti) and I were the same age, played together and were in the same 3rd grade class. That was in Hazel Park, MI. Uncle Frank was just the nicest guy and once in a while I got to ride in the milk truck with him. I saw him only a few times after we moved away. So actually, my main contact with him was only during my grade school years. But I've always remembered him and my memories of my Uncle Frank are warm and loving ones. I see he lived a long life and I hope it was a rewarding one. God bless, Uncle Frank.
Elisabeth
