Frank L. James was born November 19th 1943 to Sherman and Clara James. He and his siblings, Mary Frances and Jesse were raised on their family farm south of Walsh. He graduated Walsh High School and chose to remain in the area as a farmer. In October of 1963, he married Lynda Carol Brown of Boise City; in that union came three children: Lance, Michele, and Kimberly. He lived out his life continuing to farm and raise cattle. He was preceded in death by his parents and siblings. He leaves behind in great sorrow: Lance, Pam and their three children Zach, Randy, and Kelly; Michele and her children: Chris, Brylee and Cassi and his youngest daughter Kim. Three great-grandchildren: Joslyn, Valex, and Kelsiegh.
He was a person of many complexities. In his younger years, he had a fiery and sometimes wild spirit but over the years, grew to be quite a calm and quality man. He was thoughtful in every sense. He remembered the small things of others' lives and truly had a heart of incredible compassion. His devotion and loyalty to family was revealed on a daily basis as he cared for his father and brother in their tender years. Even though his children were grown he didn't rest until he knew their needs were met and they wanted for nothing.
He carried a sense of youth throughout his entire life. He had a very playful and fun side to him. Even as a grown man, he still loved fast and fun cars. Years ago he fixed up an old Firebird and drove it around having the greatest of fun. He had an affinity for laughter and teased those he held dear. At an early age, he nicknamed his oldest daughter, Michele, "Taffy Candy" and loved that there were natural allies as they shared the same blue eyes and a love for the Dallas Cowboys.
He truly had a heart of generosity. He had very little but gave much. Giving to those he loved was one of the most natural things he did. It gave him great please and pride when he surprised his son Lance, on his 16th birthday, with a 1975 Chevelle. He wanted to give to his children in whatever way he could. When his girls were young, he and Lynda drove to Liberal, picked out a new piano, financed in on a payment plan and paid a neighbor weekly to teach his daughters the piano. He never missed the opportunity to give Christmas gifts to his children even when times were obviously difficult. When his children were young, something he always said to them before they went to bed was "I love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He had an amazing work ethic and integrity. When times got difficult farming, he sought outside employment to ensure that he paid his own bills. He spent the last five years working long and difficult hours but never complained and if anything minimized its difficulties.
His passions included football, studying the S & P Index, reading and going on drives to the Carrizo Canyon every Saturday with his beloved friend Tonya Brandy.
In honoring this good man, it is obvious that substance was always greater than style.
He led a life with deep conviction, hard work, and honesty. He never wanted to lie, cheat or steal. In grieving this loss, it is only natural to grieve not only what he had but also what he didn't have. Frank was not without pain and suffering in his life. He didn't always have the ability to verbally express emotion to those he loved but his love was felt in a way that no one could deny. He never had riches but for years he bought weekly groceries and paid the bills for his father and brother. He possessed a heart of the greatest generosity one can know in another human being. He knew how to love, laugh, and forgive. So as we say goodbye to this great love, his children say to him now, "Dad, we love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He was a person of many complexities. In his younger years, he had a fiery and sometimes wild spirit but over the years, grew to be quite a calm and quality man. He was thoughtful in every sense. He remembered the small things of others' lives and truly had a heart of incredible compassion. His devotion and loyalty to family was revealed on a daily basis as he cared for his father and brother in their tender years. Even though his children were grown he didn't rest until he knew their needs were met and they wanted for nothing.
He carried a sense of youth throughout his entire life. He had a very playful and fun side to him. Even as a grown man, he still loved fast and fun cars. Years ago he fixed up an old Firebird and drove it around having the greatest of fun. He had an affinity for laughter and teased those he held dear. At an early age, he nicknamed his oldest daughter, Michele, "Taffy Candy" and loved that there were natural allies as they shared the same blue eyes and a love for the Dallas Cowboys.
He truly had a heart of generosity. He had very little but gave much. Giving to those he loved was one of the most natural things he did. It gave him great please and pride when he surprised his son Lance, on his 16th birthday, with a 1975 Chevelle. He wanted to give to his children in whatever way he could. When his girls were young, he and Lynda drove to Liberal, picked out a new piano, financed in on a payment plan and paid a neighbor weekly to teach his daughters the piano. He never missed the opportunity to give Christmas gifts to his children even when times were obviously difficult. When his children were young, something he always said to them before they went to bed was "I love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He had an amazing work ethic and integrity. When times got difficult farming, he sought outside employment to ensure that he paid his own bills. He spent the last five years working long and difficult hours but never complained and if anything minimized its difficulties.
His passions included football, studying the S & P Index, reading and going on drives to the Carrizo Canyon every Saturday with his beloved friend Tonya Brandy.
In honoring this good man, it is obvious that substance was always greater than style.
He led a life with deep conviction, hard work, and honesty. He never wanted to lie, cheat or steal. In grieving this loss, it is only natural to grieve not only what he had but also what he didn't have. Frank was not without pain and suffering in his life. He didn't always have the ability to verbally express emotion to those he loved but his love was felt in a way that no one could deny. He never had riches but for years he bought weekly groceries and paid the bills for his father and brother. He possessed a heart of the greatest generosity one can know in another human being. He knew how to love, laugh, and forgive. So as we say goodbye to this great love, his children say to him now, "Dad, we love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
Frank L. James was born November 19th 1943 to Sherman and Clara James. He and his siblings, Mary Frances and Jesse were raised on their family farm south of Walsh. He graduated Walsh High School and chose to remain in the area as a farmer. In October of 1963, he married Lynda Carol Brown of Boise City; in that union came three children: Lance, Michele, and Kimberly. He lived out his life continuing to farm and raise cattle. He was preceded in death by his parents and siblings. He leaves behind in great sorrow: Lance, Pam and their three children Zach, Randy, and Kelly; Michele and her children: Chris, Brylee and Cassi and his youngest daughter Kim. Three great-grandchildren: Joslyn, Valex, and Kelsiegh.
He was a person of many complexities. In his younger years, he had a fiery and sometimes wild spirit but over the years, grew to be quite a calm and quality man. He was thoughtful in every sense. He remembered the small things of others' lives and truly had a heart of incredible compassion. His devotion and loyalty to family was revealed on a daily basis as he cared for his father and brother in their tender years. Even though his children were grown he didn't rest until he knew their needs were met and they wanted for nothing.
He carried a sense of youth throughout his entire life. He had a very playful and fun side to him. Even as a grown man, he still loved fast and fun cars. Years ago he fixed up an old Firebird and drove it around having the greatest of fun. He had an affinity for laughter and teased those he held dear. At an early age, he nicknamed his oldest daughter, Michele, "Taffy Candy" and loved that there were natural allies as they shared the same blue eyes and a love for the Dallas Cowboys.
He truly had a heart of generosity. He had very little but gave much. Giving to those he loved was one of the most natural things he did. It gave him great please and pride when he surprised his son Lance, on his 16th birthday, with a 1975 Chevelle. He wanted to give to his children in whatever way he could. When his girls were young, he and Lynda drove to Liberal, picked out a new piano, financed in on a payment plan and paid a neighbor weekly to teach his daughters the piano. He never missed the opportunity to give Christmas gifts to his children even when times were obviously difficult. When his children were young, something he always said to them before they went to bed was "I love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He had an amazing work ethic and integrity. When times got difficult farming, he sought outside employment to ensure that he paid his own bills. He spent the last five years working long and difficult hours but never complained and if anything minimized its difficulties.
His passions included football, studying the S & P Index, reading and going on drives to the Carrizo Canyon every Saturday with his beloved friend Tonya Brandy.
In honoring this good man, it is obvious that substance was always greater than style.
He led a life with deep conviction, hard work, and honesty. He never wanted to lie, cheat or steal. In grieving this loss, it is only natural to grieve not only what he had but also what he didn't have. Frank was not without pain and suffering in his life. He didn't always have the ability to verbally express emotion to those he loved but his love was felt in a way that no one could deny. He never had riches but for years he bought weekly groceries and paid the bills for his father and brother. He possessed a heart of the greatest generosity one can know in another human being. He knew how to love, laugh, and forgive. So as we say goodbye to this great love, his children say to him now, "Dad, we love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He was a person of many complexities. In his younger years, he had a fiery and sometimes wild spirit but over the years, grew to be quite a calm and quality man. He was thoughtful in every sense. He remembered the small things of others' lives and truly had a heart of incredible compassion. His devotion and loyalty to family was revealed on a daily basis as he cared for his father and brother in their tender years. Even though his children were grown he didn't rest until he knew their needs were met and they wanted for nothing.
He carried a sense of youth throughout his entire life. He had a very playful and fun side to him. Even as a grown man, he still loved fast and fun cars. Years ago he fixed up an old Firebird and drove it around having the greatest of fun. He had an affinity for laughter and teased those he held dear. At an early age, he nicknamed his oldest daughter, Michele, "Taffy Candy" and loved that there were natural allies as they shared the same blue eyes and a love for the Dallas Cowboys.
He truly had a heart of generosity. He had very little but gave much. Giving to those he loved was one of the most natural things he did. It gave him great please and pride when he surprised his son Lance, on his 16th birthday, with a 1975 Chevelle. He wanted to give to his children in whatever way he could. When his girls were young, he and Lynda drove to Liberal, picked out a new piano, financed in on a payment plan and paid a neighbor weekly to teach his daughters the piano. He never missed the opportunity to give Christmas gifts to his children even when times were obviously difficult. When his children were young, something he always said to them before they went to bed was "I love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
He had an amazing work ethic and integrity. When times got difficult farming, he sought outside employment to ensure that he paid his own bills. He spent the last five years working long and difficult hours but never complained and if anything minimized its difficulties.
His passions included football, studying the S & P Index, reading and going on drives to the Carrizo Canyon every Saturday with his beloved friend Tonya Brandy.
In honoring this good man, it is obvious that substance was always greater than style.
He led a life with deep conviction, hard work, and honesty. He never wanted to lie, cheat or steal. In grieving this loss, it is only natural to grieve not only what he had but also what he didn't have. Frank was not without pain and suffering in his life. He didn't always have the ability to verbally express emotion to those he loved but his love was felt in a way that no one could deny. He never had riches but for years he bought weekly groceries and paid the bills for his father and brother. He possessed a heart of the greatest generosity one can know in another human being. He knew how to love, laugh, and forgive. So as we say goodbye to this great love, his children say to him now, "Dad, we love you, care about you, and will never forget you."
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