From Will Halpin .. Uncle Frank was great company. A colourful character, with many tales to share. He obviously lived to enjoy life, & fun & laughter were part of his hallmark. There was a sensitive man to be seen too, whose deep love for his Family was beyond question. It was a privilege to have known him, a man who has left an indelible mark on those who loved & knew him. We all shall miss him sorely.

The thing I lived most about Uncle Frank was the twinkle in his eye & his greatest for life & for laughing! Get him started on his escapades in the Army - & you'd be in stitches within minutes - & no one laughed harder than he did! He was a true raconteur & loved to regale you with stories of his life - an eventful, full to the brim, life. And then there was his Beloved Yvonne. You were left in no doubt how much he loved & cherished her ALL his life. He would do anything for his Darling Daughter. Not least, too, was "The Lovely Norma " who shared a live with him for nearly 50byears!! She was good to him AND good for him - beyond good - she was excellent!! She out the heart & soul back into him. Thank you for that Norma, & much else besides!! And "our" Mo. So loved & cherished by her as an older Brother - she will miss him so VERY much. "Our frank" was never far from her lips. And I can't miss out on my Dear Old Mum!! She thought the world of you Uncle Frank .. when you lived with us & shared a bedroom with Frank & David- she would take you up a cup of tea in the morning & they would ask "where's our cuppa Man?" I loved you dearly Uncle Frank. You were the only Uncle I had & were very precious to me. I feel the world is a much sadder place without Frank James Esq ♡♡

When we lived in Roache Street, Dingle, Auntie Maureen used to bring her daughters to our house, our cousins Janice and Pauline. Pat, Irene and I used to be there as well, Uncle Frank would come in and before long he had us all fighting and then would leave us sharply, laughing. He was good at causing chaos and then leaving. He also had a habit of pinching our food. He would come in and distract us and when we were looking to where he had pointed he would take a chip or what was on our plate, sneakily, put it in his mouth and pretend he hadn't taken anything. Took us a long time to phatham out what he was sneakily doing. We were travelling up to Kendal to look at a holiday place where Uncle Peter, Auntie Maureen and the two girls, Janice and Pauline where going to stay. They were travelling in Uncle Peters Morris Minor. We were travelling in Uncle Franks Ford Anglia. Unbeknown to us he had no tax on the car, so no tax disc, he didn't tell us till we were half way up to Kendal. We came to this junction where there was a policeman directing the traffic for whatever reason, of course, big queues built up and in the 60's the police would wave you forward to move. Well, Uncle Frank was like a hot potato on fire, sweating profusely. When it came to our turn to move and Uncle Frank didn't want the policeman to see he had no tax disc on the car, I'm sure we went around that corner on two wheels, it felt like it because we were going that fast, to top it all he then said, "that was good wasn't it'. We were all shaking.