Lawrence E. Frichtel Jr., 82
Memorial Services will be held at 10:30 a.m. Saturday, January 8,2011 at St. Paul the Apostle Church in New Middletown , for Larry E. Frichtel Jr., 82 of Poland, who passed away Wednesday afternoon at his residence surrounded by his family. Larry was born February 28, 1928 in Latrobe, PA, a son of Lawrence E. and Margaret A. Chernitsky Frichtel Sr. and has been a resident of the Youngstown area since 1936.
He graduated from South High School with the Class of 1946. Larry was a veteran who served as a United States Marine during the end of WWII and the Korean War.
He worked for the United States Post Office as a carrier and a labor relations representative and retired after 41 years of service. He was past president of the letter carrier’s union NALC#385.
He leaves his wife of over 50 years Rosemary Dugan whom he married May 7, 1955.
He will also be sadly missed by his son, Thomas J. Frichtel of Boardman, his two daughters , Mary Virginia Frichtel Williams and Margaret “Meg” (William) Harris both of Boardman; three sisters, Lillian (Albert) Pishioneri of Freehold, NJ, Dolores Kotheimer of Sharpsburg, GA, Tressa (Don) Best of Salem; four granddaughters, Candyce Frichtel, Ashlie Frichtel, Briana Harris, Sheila Harris; two great-grandchildren, Zailin Gatts and Carlie Ann Wolf.
Besides his parents he was preceded in death by his step-mother Tressa Frichtel and three brothers, James, William and Robert.
Nine years ago today, my dad went home. I can barely write about him because if I could use ONE word to describe him, I would have to tell you how humble he was. Then again I would have to tell you how honorable he was. And loyal, to everyone he came in contact with. Honest. My dad was the most honest man you will have ever met. Oh, and wise. Wise to a fault. He had these ‘gifts’. I probably couldn’t think of someone who was like him. My dad, served twice in the Korean War. My dad grew up during the depression and oddly , he never spoke of it. And more than that, my dad never spoke of his past. He was quiet about things that affected his life in not so good ways. When he was 5 years old, he found out from neighborhood kids that his ‘mom’ was not his mom. My grandma passed away and my grandpa remarried, but they never spoke of that. He never knew that my grandma wasn’t his real mom until he was made fun of for not having a mom. I didn’t find this out til I was in my 30’s. Other things about my dad, I found out and he never intended to announce things. I didn’t know he served in Korea two times until his passing. He was never boastful about being a Marine, obviously. His time in the military was not a topic of conversation. My dad. 50 plus years he and my mom were married. What a testimony.
I’d like to tell you what a warm and loving relationship my dad and I had, but I can’t. We didn’t have any relationship at all. Him and my sister and brother were close. He taught them about finances and he showed them how to live right. I was quite the disappointment. Every time I turned around, I disappointed my folks. The last year or so of his life was our best time. I came home from California and spent most of my time with him and my mom. My dad had a rough last year. He suffered and passed away from COPD. But not one time did he complain. He could have shut me out like I did him, but he welcomed me back and on New Year’s Day, evening, he called me in his bedroom and said “Thank you for making this New Years so good.” He asked for German Chocolate Cake and pork and sauerkraut for dinner. “Thank you for cooking and the cake was perfect. Thank you for helping your mom out, and its good for you to spend time with her. I wish we would have always been this way with each other.” We said goodnight and I bawled the entire way home. He went to bed and never woke up. He passed away 4 days later. I miss that man. I miss everything we should have had. He wasn’t an ogre, and if I weren’t such a rebel, we could have had much more than we ever did.
My dad had 4 loves in his life. Gifts, given to him by my brother and sister. Candyce, Ashlie, Briana and Sheila. They were the light of his life. They were his world. He never missed an event with those girls. All he talked about were his granddaughters. He vacationed with them, he took them out, he kept them busy all summer long. He radiated when he spoke of them. He loved them so dearly. I truly believe that the worst day of his life is when my niece Briana was crowned homecoming queen and he was too sick to come and see her get crowned. Boy did he love those girls.
I would go and sit with him in his last days. That gave my mom a chance to nap, or go and grocery shop, or just drive up and down the street for a few minutes. 9 years today I went over and sent my mom to bed and asked if he would like me to read to him, or shall we watch Judge Judy. I told him he would probably like me to finish the book I was reading to him. I always prayed for a reaction to my jokes, or when I would bother him with questions. Just hoping for a sign of life. “We” decided to finish the book. It was 2:20 and I noticed how parched he was. I asked him if he wanted a Rolling Rock… so instead of a cold beer, I swabbed his lips and mouth with cold water. I was talking to him. And I said “Dad, if you are tired, its okay to let go.” And…he did. The moment he took his last breath, my niece Candyce called and she asked if grandpa was okay. She felt like he wasn’t and needed to know. Her and Ashlie live about 45 minutes from here and she said “we are on our way”. I had to go wake up my mom. “Mom” I said, and she jumped up and knew. My parents, my aunt and uncle and Paul and I are body donors at The College of Medicine in Rootstown
and you only have 4 hours to get the body to the college. So I called there to let them know, my sister called relatives and my brother started cooking. We knew the entire family would want to come and say ‘goodbyes’ before the took him away. One of the guys who came and took his body said “Larry Frichtel? I worked with him at the Post Office! Wonderful guy, I ‘m sorry for your loss. And what a loss it was.
I love you dad… until we meet again.