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Anne Bell posted a condolence
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
In reading the recent obituaries, I came across that of your loved one. I would like to express my deepest condolences to your family. I am sending this message to share some encouraging bible thoughts that can help at a time such as this. Only from the word of God can we find real comfort. In particular the scripture found at Revelation 21:4 which says, “And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.” Philippians 4:7 assures you that you can endure when, “the peace of God that excels all thought guard your hearts and mental powers.” I hope this verse help some. Please feel free to contact me.
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Judy A Grant Drummond posted a condolence
Monday, November 19, 2012
I was very sorry to hear of Frank's death. It was always so much fun to see him at the reunions and when visiting Aunt Edith in Rochester. My husband had the wonderful opportunity to meet "Bud" at one of our family gatherings and they talked forever about guns and cars. Wished we could have seen him again. He was a very interesting man and loved his family very much. May you always have wonderful memories.
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Scott F. VanManen posted a condolence
Saturday, November 17, 2012
I'm so sorry to hear of your father's passing. I'm grateful for the way he and your mother opened your home to me for so many years during my childhood, and the time he took with us had a big impact on me. I remember when you and I discovered the wrench for bicycle spokes. When all our tires went flat, he explained that if you tighten the spokes too much, they poke into the inner tube. When we made a figure eight with the model railroad tracks, it stopped working and the control box got hot. He explained that we had connected the inner and outer tracks and created a short circuit. Simple as it sounds, he was the one to explain to me how to remove links from bicycle chains. If not for that explanation, I probably still would not have that knowledge.
In way I was not fully aware of at the time, your dad expressed to me that life is an adventure requiring our sometimes heroic participation. I believe he expressed this partly through his love of guns and war artifacts. I remember his story of the time a tank driver was injured by driving into some newly strung communication wires at the army base where Frank was stationed. As I recall it, Frank drove his tank around, swing his sword in the air, hacking down those wires, while the communications guys wondered "what the hell happened."
I had an undefined fascination with your father. At a moment of insight, I realized that for some reason, he would have memorized my the license plate number on my dad's car, just because that's the kind of guy he was. I asked him, and sure enough, he had it memorized. I still wonder what that was about.
My memory from those years is a montage of fond memories shared in your home - firing up the hibachi, tinkering in the garage, working on the lathe, drawing, painting, and building. Those "High and Mighty" bicycles he helped us build, so we could ride around the neighborhood 6 feet off the ground, were glorious. The huge bookshelf in the basement full of paperbacks really kick-started our love of reading. Let's face it. Things he loved became in our young minds things we loved. Although I have not seen him recently, I'll miss him dearly.
Scott
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Andrew Knapp posted a condolence
Saturday, November 17, 2012
My dad knew how to persevere. When I think of the things I learned from him – either directly or indirectly – perhaps the most important was how to keep on fighting for what you believe in. He showed me that some things are just worth hanging on to and that once you have made a decision to do something you do it. His early life wasn’t easy. Arguably he completely lacked an example of how to be an effective parent but he stuck with it. He seemed sort of hard when I was young… didn’t really seem to know how to talk to or deal with children – and kept having them like clockwork. But sometimes he went out of his way to do things for us. My first bike was second hand, painted up and repaired by dad for me. One of the strongest memories for most of us is that first time you actually successfully ride a bike. Dad is part of that memory for me. And speaking of bikes, years later there was the time he took my pal Scott and me to a friend of his to do some welding. We had seen bicycles converted to tall bikes and dad helped us make a couple of them.
He had some technical aptitude though little formal training beyond high school. He got a job as a technician and kept at it. When I got to Kodak he had advice for me (lots of it actually). He used to say son, when they ask you if you know how to do something say yes. If you don’t know how to do it your first job is figure it out. Years later when I was working as a remodeler mom asked how I had learned to do the things I was doing. I said that dad had taught me. Dad said something like you didn’t learn that from me. But in a very real way I did. I saw my dad doing things with concrete and stone, tearing out walls in the house and putting the place together again in a different way. Even if he didn’t take me by the hand and direct me he taught me that people can do things themselves, and that it is a worthwhile endeavor to do so. He planted in me a sometimes irrational confidence in my own ability and encouraged the belief that I, and our family, was special.
Memory is a funny thing. My memory of the first time I really felt that my dad was proud of me wasn’t some big milestone or event. It was one time when he took me out to fly his control line airplanes just down the road from here at the regional market. I must’ve been around 12, I guess… He gave me some instructions, started up the cox engine and I did my best to remember what he had said. Miraculously I managed to get the thing airborne. He came out to where I was turning tight circles with the plane at the end of its fishing lines and as I managed to land it after it ran out of gas he kissed me on top of the head. There were other times like that one, small moments when I felt sure I knew how he felt about me.
There is so much about my dad’s life that I don’t know, and now probably never will. Little mysteries that would serve to give me insights into the person he was. Like the bowling ball and matching bowling shirts from a league he and mom belonged to. But as long as I knew him he never bowled. Like his regular church attendance early in his married life… and then never again except on rare occasions. Like how he fancied himself a painter and once supplemented his income by painting both commercially and in a fine art sort of way. And then didn’t anymore. So many mysteries. I wonder too about the stresses that drove him to drink so much. I worked at Kodak too, for more years than he did, and frankly it wasn’t that bad a place to work, so what was it? Frustration? I don’t know. I’ll probably never know. Mysteries. I do know that he had lived through some tough times and set some lofty goals for himself, that he seemed to feel that he had something to prove to people who weren’t even in his life anymore. I know that he worked hard to keep his marriage together, to see his kids do well, and that his life’s work paid off. That part is not a mystery to me at all.
After his father died young of TB, dad was an orphan of sorts, sent to be raised by his grandmother, aunt and uncle. A father himself while still what we would today consider a child, something in him hardened and became a firm resolve. The reality of the time required that he live at first with his in-laws. Then on to a tiny apartment and finally to a house in the suburbs – which he shared with the aunt who raised him in return for her financial help to buy the place. Still he kept working and advancing in his career and ultimately helped create something lasting. Not the gun club that he co-founded, and not the book he helped to write on Japanese guns, but four slightly neurotic yet successful children, who themselves have contributed to the progress of the family in a variety of ways. The Knapp family took a big hit when Frank Senior died young. It took a lifetime of diligent work from two special people, my parents, to put us back on the road.
Along the way through his life he touched many people and his quirky humor and quick intelligence are remembered by all of us who knew him. Chicken is fowl, Marge, ho ho ho.
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Cari L Rock posted a condolence
Friday, November 16, 2012
Love you Grandpa, and even though you will be greatly missed we all you are with Grandma dancing away!
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Eleanor Heidenreich Grant posted a condolence
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Sorry to hear of Bud's passing. I have so many fond memories of when we were young, and he and his Grandmother, Carrie, would come to the Henry Hartnagle farm for summer visits.
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Craig Connelly posted a condolence
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Jim, I am so sorry for you and your family’s loss. I remember your dad had the coolest CB radio equipment. May he rest in peace. You and your family are in my prayers god bless.
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Maggie Knapp posted a condolence
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Frank was an interesting man. In his younger years he could always be found tinkering with something, a gun, toy truck, white trash barbie maybe the Addams Family doll house. He sketched, he painted he largely expressed himself through his art and hobbies. We will miss you.
Friday
16
November
Visitation
4:00 pm - 8:00 pm
Friday, November 16, 2012
Miller Funeral Homes, Inc.
3325 Winton Road South
Rochester, New York, United States
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Visitation
will be held FRIDAY from 4 - 8 PM at Miller Funeral Homes, Inc. (3325 Winton Road South)
Service Info
will be held SATURDAY at 10 AM in the Interfaith Chapel at Miller Funeral Homes, Inc. (3325 Winton Road South)
Interment
will follow his Memorial Service at Mt. Hope Cemetery