I have been searching for Frank & Carole for years and am so sorry to find out. We worked together in Toronto at James Richardson & Sons and have many funny and memorable times. If you get this Carole I would love to hear from you. email@example.com
I grew up with Frank in the mid 50's in San Mateo,, CA..Although he was 3 or 4 years older we were "best" friends until he went off to Serra Highschool.He loved the Dodgers, I loved the Yankees. We played and talked baseball for hours every day of the week.One memorable story comes to mind...when his mom threw a birthday party for Frank.She baked a 2 layer cake and she put dimes (10cents) around the rim of the first layer then put on the second layer, frosted it and served it.Soon Frank and I discovered the dimes and split the cake in half , removed the dimes and basically ruined the cake.Last saw Frank in the early 70's in Carmel, CA.Although we weren't in touch for years I'll still feel sad knowing he's not around to enjoy life.
In the 70s, I was lucky to work for him awhile, in Air Canada P.R. when we were all young! He was smart, thoughtful, logical, generous, open-minded, and a man of great integrity. At times he was the only one with his feet on the ground. Though young and funny, he also had a surprising 'gravitas'. There ought to be more like him in the world.
So happy we visited. Wishing all the peace of having known Frank. His life and his work.
I enjoyed these last two years to share a few glasses of Wine With Frank.He was happy to ask me some news about France and always had an interesting story to tell and a funny comment to add .
I was really pleased to go from Time to Time to" the Boaters " in Kingston With my Wife Frances where Carole and Frank joined us for a live evening jazz . He had always something nice to tell us about a concert Of his best memories .
I keep the image of a kind humour in his eyes .
Thanks Frank for these unforgetable moments of smile you have given me , and good bye .
Frank was the epitome of all of the virtues of the Street - generous to a fault, quick-witted, cheerful and filled with the 'can do' attitude of a good Fleet Street journalist, or as he characterized us all "Fleet Street Hack." he was not hack though, and always willing to look at things with a fresh, tirelessly and with humor.
So here's to you Mr. Gray, wherever you may be, a round from me, my bill.
Dearest uncle, I will always remember you as a wise and sensible man.. You and my mom (your sister) will always be with me. Love X
Frank and I were born almost exactly one month apart, he being one month older, and lived as kids in San Francisco's Mission District on 24th street one block away from General Hospital. After his family moved to San Mateo, my big vacation each summer was to take the Greyhound bus to San Mateo and spend two weeks with Frank. One of my oldest memories was each evening before bed, his Mom, Gracie, would make the two of us, along with her, kneel down by the couch and say the whole rosary. He would look over at me and roll his eyes, but we did it. I also remember sleeping in his room downstairs that had a gas wall heater. One night, our mother's came down to check on us and the whole room was filled with gas because the burner never ignited. If they had not come down that night, neither one of us would have been alive the next morning. Also, Frank was quiet adventurous, and the few times that I got into trouble as a kid was when I was with Frank. He was a character for sure and I am glad that we remained friends, even though distant ones in recent years, but friends none the less. The world is a more interesting place because of people like Frank and we will all miss him.
JIM LANG, PETALUMA, CA
All your swimming friends miss the smiles you brought us with your humour and insights on life...and of course the music you brought into our lives
God Bless You Frank
All the Swimmers xxx
Frank, who I called Francisco, was the city's finest export from new to old Albion. We met 36 years ago in the London studios of the Canadian Broadcasting Corporation, a good club for freelancers like us, and we managed to meet in various hostelries almost weekly ever since, mainly comparing experiences of US and Canadian life, journalism and literature. He always, wryly, introduced me (as Quai d'Orsay) to his many acquaintances as his oldest friend in Britain. He convinced many London aficionados that I worshipped the bull, but it was no bull that I shared his enthusiasms for Hemmingway and the Algonquin Club. Frank always was and always will be a force for life. – Kevin d'Arcy
To my dearest dad. May you always tap your fingers to your favourite jazz records. So glad I was able to do so much with you. Fond memories and always in my thoughts. Tata xxx
My husband Frank Gray would have been so happy to know he was in the San Francisco Chronicle. He was much loved by his family 3 children, Nicholas, Malcolm and Natasha and his 4 grandchildren Connor, Ciara, Quin and Ava. He did so well in his life and achieved so much he will never be forgotten