Frank Sherman


At first I was disappointed with the above picture of Frank for being too dark and not showing him clearly. He didn't know I took it as he told us the story of the love of his life, Rose.

To show the pain and anguish on his face as he told of his last 13 months with her would almost be an invasion of privacy.  So I'm thankful it didn't come out clearly - Although it does seem to show him feeling the pain of losing her.

I've condensed the following quite a bit, but you'll get the heart of it.

I asked him "how did you meet Rose"?

He immediately appeared to stand taller. You could sense his cinema of remembrance rewinding at full speed recalling those early days, 70 years ago, when they first met.

View of Caroga From Their Home

Before I go on I must tell you it was an intense few minutes, for all of us, as he shared some very private thoughts. It seemed like all of Caroga was still as he spoke. Reliving every word of it as did we with him, as we stood transfixed,  sensing the overpowering pain of his loss and his love for her. 

"I was with my father near Van Hornesville (1928-29), he began.. He went around a bend that went to the left and the road tilted to the right. We went off the road and wrecked the car. My father wasn't that good a driver."

"A guy named Bullard helped us out and my father said I've got an empty building at Caroga, why don't you come up and run it." He did and that's where Rose and her mother came to stay at the hotel and wait on tables. It was across the street from the park (Sherman's).

Frank went on,  "one day Rose came over to get some ice-cream for her mother.  She stopped to talk with me. I liked her right away. We talked quite awhile. In fact we talked so long her ice-cream melted." With a shy smile he said, "of course I gave her some more."

I asked him where he proposed to Rose out on the lake, or at the popcorn stand?"  With another whimsical smile, you would rarely, if ever, see on his face, he said, "it was probably around the popcorn stand." They were married May 28, 1929. "I told her I would never leave her side." He never did. .

As he told of her sickness and passing in October 15, 1998 he had all three of us holding back tears. It was an awesome few moments as he told, holding back his own tears, of his last thirteen months with Rose.  "I'm still not over it," he said.

He mentioned again how he told her, over seventy years ago, "I'll never leave your side.  I was there every day, eighteen hours a day, for thirteen months. I stayed at the hospital sleeping near her.  My daughter, Janet, would come in the other six hours. I went from 160 to 130 pounds." 

"They would wake her up every two hours to check on her. I was always there. One night,  when I woke up to be with her,  I noticed she was very still."

 He was at her side.

I just received this email 5/23/01 and thought it an appropriate addition to this page:

Hi Tony,  my name is Amy. I  just reviewed the web site of Frank. It was great  and the more I read about Frank it brought back this memory - I  worked at Palatine nursing home where Rose had passed on.

 The first time I saw  Frank I  knew there was a man who loved his wife dearly. I helped take care of her.  Its very true - he never left her side.

Amy Wintermute




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