Francis E. Green

Dear Members of the Green Family,
We Sisters of the Holy Names send you our prayerful sympathy as you give Frank back to his loving Creator. May his new life in God's Presence be a deep source of peace for you all, and may you know his nearness often.

Thanks to the Green family for all of the time Mr. Green spent coaching us. I learned a few colorful words from him when he had a car full of yelling kids and someone made an illegal turn in front of us! Of course we all agreed never to repeat it. I will keep you all in my prayers.

I grew up across the street from Mr. Green and I will never forget his strong laughter, his smoking pipe and all the fun times we had at the Green's home. Our family is intertwined with all the Green children and my Grandfather use to work with Frank when he worked at Carroll Mortgage. Frank and my father were best of friends. I remember going with him and half the neighborhood kids in either their 57 ford station wagon or their yellow "Travelall" the predessessor to the Chevy Suburban. We...

One of my earliest memories with Grandpa Frank is sitting between him and my Grandma Betty at the fire pit on their Whidbey Island property overlooking Puget Sound. It was a sunny but windy day so Grandma Betty carried a red tartan blanket down to the fire pit to keep us warm along with a pan of buttery mussels. We ate our mussels while the fire crackled and popped and the salty wind blew up over the bluff and across the fields. Although this is an early memory and a bit fuzzy around the...