Frank Alatorre, Jr.
Frank Alatorre, Jr. was born on October 19, 1941 to Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo and Frank L. Alatorre in Selma, California. He was raised in Oakland, CA and graduated from Oakland High School. Frank had a younger sister named Juanita.
He married Marlys Lee Welsh on November 16, 1963 in Oakland, CA then moved to Dublin, CA where they raised their two daughters, Kimberly and Laura.
Frank worked for the Oakland Scavenger Company for many years. He had a kind and funny charm and was a hard worker. He was always loyal to his family and friends. Everyone always liked to be in his company. Some of his childhood friends were Bob Phillips, Dick Kellogg, Jim Hayworth, and Dan Anker. Later in high school he palled around with Rich Pasquini, John Candelario, and Henry Brown.
Frankie played football for Oakland High School and was member of the Trojan High Y, a school club. He had many friends.
When he was a young man, he drove a fancy red and white 1960 (approx.) Corvette which was real racy looking. After enjoying the car for a while, the car was stolen. Several months later it was found in good condition so he was happy and took it back.
His mother made the best tacos with homemade tortilla’s and Bob remembers him and Frankie eating 12 to 15 at a time and saying that they were the best. His home was always open to his friends.
Written by Julie and Bob Phillips
February 20, 2017
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The Baby’s Account
Posted to Ancestry 31 Jul 2008
By lalapoo (daughter Laura)
My Dad was a generous, funny, protective (sometimes over) and loyal man. The funny thing about him is that his exterior - the big brutal truck driver with tattoos - hid this from all but his closest friends and family. His laugh was the best - just like that dog Precious on the old cartoons. He would actually wheeze and loose his breath - which only made him laugh harder. He was actually someone that I worshipped in my youth, let down in my teenage years, and eventually came back into his good graces after the birth of his first grandson.
Some of my fondest memories:
• Going to work with him when he delivered the dumpster to the crab feed.
• Making him cry when he was my soccer coach because we girls fought like cats (trust me - you had to be there).
• Laying on his red recliner with him while he watched TV - I've never felt so safe.
• After the recliner broke - sitting behind him while he laid on the floor watching TV - he was so hard of hearing that we would be discussing something for 15 minutes - he'd chime in as though he brought up the subject himself. Or better yet - he'd let that gas go and look back over his shoulder like you did it. Or even better, we'd watch how long the ash would get on his cigarette before he burned his fingers while sleeping - only to come screaming awake with the pain.
• Burn holes from his cigarettes on his fantastic velour jogging suits (that man never jogged a day in his life).
• Going fishing and having to pinky swear not to tell anyone the spot - even when we didn't catch anything.
• Listening to him sing to Cory while he painted the house one summer.
• Watching him freak out after my Uncle Doss put raisins in a rice pilaf dish (fruit and grains were not OK). He mentioned this every single time we went back. Every time.
• Hearing him sing "If you think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart while driving his beat up old baby blue Datsun station wagon. This was truly a sight to behold, particularly when he did this in front of my friends.
• Camping every summer in Mt. Shasta and him teaching me how to shoot all sorts of firearms up there (just what you want your kids to do!).
• Running from a big spider in our front yard yelling "Get the gun baby - Get the gun!”
• Watching him freak Steve out the first time he met him - Steve dropped the hose and squirted himself - dad didn't even crack a smile. He later told me he went in the house and laughed like crazy.
• Making him cry (again) when I gave birth to his first grandson Steven. Hearing him congratulate Steve by telling him "you put the stem on the apple!"
• Watching him hold my son.
Although he's gone, not a day goes by that I don't think of him somehow. It took me a long time to realize my entire sense of security went along with him, but he nicknamed me Bad Blood for a reason (I wasn't down for long). It’s funny how you don't see how much of your parents you have in you until after you have children of your own. I think he passed on to me an amazing sense of family and how important they are, an incredible work ethic (he worked hard for most of his life), and an understanding that your word and your name is really all you have. All that, and I look just like him (much cuter of course).
If I can pass those ethics along to my children, I think I will have accomplished a lot!
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Mother:
Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo Alatorre
BIRTH 17 NOV 1920 * Fresno, California
DEATH 4 MAY 2002 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Father:
Frank L. Alatorre
BIRTH 11 MAY 1922 * California, USA
DEATH 4 MAR 2001 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Frank Alatorre, Jr. was born on October 19, 1941 to Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo and Frank L. Alatorre in Selma, California. He was raised in Oakland, CA and graduated from Oakland High School. Frank had a younger sister named Juanita.
He married Marlys Lee Welsh on November 16, 1963 in Oakland, CA then moved to Dublin, CA where they raised their two daughters, Kimberly and Laura.
Frank worked for the Oakland Scavenger Company for many years. He had a kind and funny charm and was a hard worker. He was always loyal to his family and friends. Everyone always liked to be in his company. Some of his childhood friends were Bob Phillips, Dick Kellogg, Jim Hayworth, and Dan Anker. Later in high school he palled around with Rich Pasquini, John Candelario, and Henry Brown.
Frankie played football for Oakland High School and was member of the Trojan High Y, a school club. He had many friends.
When he was a young man, he drove a fancy red and white 1960 (approx.) Corvette which was real racy looking. After enjoying the car for a while, the car was stolen. Several months later it was found in good condition so he was happy and took it back.
His mother made the best tacos with homemade tortilla’s and Bob remembers him and Frankie eating 12 to 15 at a time and saying that they were the best. His home was always open to his friends.
Written by Julie and Bob Phillips
February 20, 2017
_________________________________________________________
The Baby’s Account
Posted to Ancestry 31 Jul 2008
By lalapoo (daughter Laura)
My Dad was a generous, funny, protective (sometimes over) and loyal man. The funny thing about him is that his exterior - the big brutal truck driver with tattoos - hid this from all but his closest friends and family. His laugh was the best - just like that dog Precious on the old cartoons. He would actually wheeze and loose his breath - which only made him laugh harder. He was actually someone that I worshipped in my youth, let down in my teenage years, and eventually came back into his good graces after the birth of his first grandson.
Some of my fondest memories:
• Going to work with him when he delivered the dumpster to the crab feed.
• Making him cry when he was my soccer coach because we girls fought like cats (trust me - you had to be there).
• Laying on his red recliner with him while he watched TV - I've never felt so safe.
• After the recliner broke - sitting behind him while he laid on the floor watching TV - he was so hard of hearing that we would be discussing something for 15 minutes - he'd chime in as though he brought up the subject himself. Or better yet - he'd let that gas go and look back over his shoulder like you did it. Or even better, we'd watch how long the ash would get on his cigarette before he burned his fingers while sleeping - only to come screaming awake with the pain.
• Burn holes from his cigarettes on his fantastic velour jogging suits (that man never jogged a day in his life).
• Going fishing and having to pinky swear not to tell anyone the spot - even when we didn't catch anything.
• Listening to him sing to Cory while he painted the house one summer.
• Watching him freak out after my Uncle Doss put raisins in a rice pilaf dish (fruit and grains were not OK). He mentioned this every single time we went back. Every time.
• Hearing him sing "If you think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart while driving his beat up old baby blue Datsun station wagon. This was truly a sight to behold, particularly when he did this in front of my friends.
• Camping every summer in Mt. Shasta and him teaching me how to shoot all sorts of firearms up there (just what you want your kids to do!).
• Running from a big spider in our front yard yelling "Get the gun baby - Get the gun!”
• Watching him freak Steve out the first time he met him - Steve dropped the hose and squirted himself - dad didn't even crack a smile. He later told me he went in the house and laughed like crazy.
• Making him cry (again) when I gave birth to his first grandson Steven. Hearing him congratulate Steve by telling him "you put the stem on the apple!"
• Watching him hold my son.
Although he's gone, not a day goes by that I don't think of him somehow. It took me a long time to realize my entire sense of security went along with him, but he nicknamed me Bad Blood for a reason (I wasn't down for long). It’s funny how you don't see how much of your parents you have in you until after you have children of your own. I think he passed on to me an amazing sense of family and how important they are, an incredible work ethic (he worked hard for most of his life), and an understanding that your word and your name is really all you have. All that, and I look just like him (much cuter of course).
If I can pass those ethics along to my children, I think I will have accomplished a lot!
_________________________________________________________
Mother:
Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo Alatorre
BIRTH 17 NOV 1920 * Fresno, California
DEATH 4 MAY 2002 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Father:
Frank L. Alatorre
BIRTH 11 MAY 1922 * California, USA
DEATH 4 MAR 2001 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Frank Alatorre, Jr.
Frank Alatorre, Jr. was born on October 19, 1941 to Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo and Frank L. Alatorre in Selma, California. He was raised in Oakland, CA and graduated from Oakland High School. Frank had a younger sister named Juanita.
He married Marlys Lee Welsh on November 16, 1963 in Oakland, CA then moved to Dublin, CA where they raised their two daughters, Kimberly and Laura.
Frank worked for the Oakland Scavenger Company for many years. He had a kind and funny charm and was a hard worker. He was always loyal to his family and friends. Everyone always liked to be in his company. Some of his childhood friends were Bob Phillips, Dick Kellogg, Jim Hayworth, and Dan Anker. Later in high school he palled around with Rich Pasquini, John Candelario, and Henry Brown.
Frankie played football for Oakland High School and was member of the Trojan High Y, a school club. He had many friends.
When he was a young man, he drove a fancy red and white 1960 (approx.) Corvette which was real racy looking. After enjoying the car for a while, the car was stolen. Several months later it was found in good condition so he was happy and took it back.
His mother made the best tacos with homemade tortilla’s and Bob remembers him and Frankie eating 12 to 15 at a time and saying that they were the best. His home was always open to his friends.
Written by Julie and Bob Phillips
February 20, 2017
_________________________________________________________
The Baby’s Account
Posted to Ancestry 31 Jul 2008
By lalapoo (daughter Laura)
My Dad was a generous, funny, protective (sometimes over) and loyal man. The funny thing about him is that his exterior - the big brutal truck driver with tattoos - hid this from all but his closest friends and family. His laugh was the best - just like that dog Precious on the old cartoons. He would actually wheeze and loose his breath - which only made him laugh harder. He was actually someone that I worshipped in my youth, let down in my teenage years, and eventually came back into his good graces after the birth of his first grandson.
Some of my fondest memories:
• Going to work with him when he delivered the dumpster to the crab feed.
• Making him cry when he was my soccer coach because we girls fought like cats (trust me - you had to be there).
• Laying on his red recliner with him while he watched TV - I've never felt so safe.
• After the recliner broke - sitting behind him while he laid on the floor watching TV - he was so hard of hearing that we would be discussing something for 15 minutes - he'd chime in as though he brought up the subject himself. Or better yet - he'd let that gas go and look back over his shoulder like you did it. Or even better, we'd watch how long the ash would get on his cigarette before he burned his fingers while sleeping - only to come screaming awake with the pain.
• Burn holes from his cigarettes on his fantastic velour jogging suits (that man never jogged a day in his life).
• Going fishing and having to pinky swear not to tell anyone the spot - even when we didn't catch anything.
• Listening to him sing to Cory while he painted the house one summer.
• Watching him freak out after my Uncle Doss put raisins in a rice pilaf dish (fruit and grains were not OK). He mentioned this every single time we went back. Every time.
• Hearing him sing "If you think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart while driving his beat up old baby blue Datsun station wagon. This was truly a sight to behold, particularly when he did this in front of my friends.
• Camping every summer in Mt. Shasta and him teaching me how to shoot all sorts of firearms up there (just what you want your kids to do!).
• Running from a big spider in our front yard yelling "Get the gun baby - Get the gun!”
• Watching him freak Steve out the first time he met him - Steve dropped the hose and squirted himself - dad didn't even crack a smile. He later told me he went in the house and laughed like crazy.
• Making him cry (again) when I gave birth to his first grandson Steven. Hearing him congratulate Steve by telling him "you put the stem on the apple!"
• Watching him hold my son.
Although he's gone, not a day goes by that I don't think of him somehow. It took me a long time to realize my entire sense of security went along with him, but he nicknamed me Bad Blood for a reason (I wasn't down for long). It’s funny how you don't see how much of your parents you have in you until after you have children of your own. I think he passed on to me an amazing sense of family and how important they are, an incredible work ethic (he worked hard for most of his life), and an understanding that your word and your name is really all you have. All that, and I look just like him (much cuter of course).
If I can pass those ethics along to my children, I think I will have accomplished a lot!
_________________________________________________________
Mother:
Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo Alatorre
BIRTH 17 NOV 1920 * Fresno, California
DEATH 4 MAY 2002 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Father:
Frank L. Alatorre
BIRTH 11 MAY 1922 * California, USA
DEATH 4 MAR 2001 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Frank Alatorre, Jr. was born on October 19, 1941 to Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo and Frank L. Alatorre in Selma, California. He was raised in Oakland, CA and graduated from Oakland High School. Frank had a younger sister named Juanita.
He married Marlys Lee Welsh on November 16, 1963 in Oakland, CA then moved to Dublin, CA where they raised their two daughters, Kimberly and Laura.
Frank worked for the Oakland Scavenger Company for many years. He had a kind and funny charm and was a hard worker. He was always loyal to his family and friends. Everyone always liked to be in his company. Some of his childhood friends were Bob Phillips, Dick Kellogg, Jim Hayworth, and Dan Anker. Later in high school he palled around with Rich Pasquini, John Candelario, and Henry Brown.
Frankie played football for Oakland High School and was member of the Trojan High Y, a school club. He had many friends.
When he was a young man, he drove a fancy red and white 1960 (approx.) Corvette which was real racy looking. After enjoying the car for a while, the car was stolen. Several months later it was found in good condition so he was happy and took it back.
His mother made the best tacos with homemade tortilla’s and Bob remembers him and Frankie eating 12 to 15 at a time and saying that they were the best. His home was always open to his friends.
Written by Julie and Bob Phillips
February 20, 2017
_________________________________________________________
The Baby’s Account
Posted to Ancestry 31 Jul 2008
By lalapoo (daughter Laura)
My Dad was a generous, funny, protective (sometimes over) and loyal man. The funny thing about him is that his exterior - the big brutal truck driver with tattoos - hid this from all but his closest friends and family. His laugh was the best - just like that dog Precious on the old cartoons. He would actually wheeze and loose his breath - which only made him laugh harder. He was actually someone that I worshipped in my youth, let down in my teenage years, and eventually came back into his good graces after the birth of his first grandson.
Some of my fondest memories:
• Going to work with him when he delivered the dumpster to the crab feed.
• Making him cry when he was my soccer coach because we girls fought like cats (trust me - you had to be there).
• Laying on his red recliner with him while he watched TV - I've never felt so safe.
• After the recliner broke - sitting behind him while he laid on the floor watching TV - he was so hard of hearing that we would be discussing something for 15 minutes - he'd chime in as though he brought up the subject himself. Or better yet - he'd let that gas go and look back over his shoulder like you did it. Or even better, we'd watch how long the ash would get on his cigarette before he burned his fingers while sleeping - only to come screaming awake with the pain.
• Burn holes from his cigarettes on his fantastic velour jogging suits (that man never jogged a day in his life).
• Going fishing and having to pinky swear not to tell anyone the spot - even when we didn't catch anything.
• Listening to him sing to Cory while he painted the house one summer.
• Watching him freak out after my Uncle Doss put raisins in a rice pilaf dish (fruit and grains were not OK). He mentioned this every single time we went back. Every time.
• Hearing him sing "If you think I'm Sexy" by Rod Stewart while driving his beat up old baby blue Datsun station wagon. This was truly a sight to behold, particularly when he did this in front of my friends.
• Camping every summer in Mt. Shasta and him teaching me how to shoot all sorts of firearms up there (just what you want your kids to do!).
• Running from a big spider in our front yard yelling "Get the gun baby - Get the gun!”
• Watching him freak Steve out the first time he met him - Steve dropped the hose and squirted himself - dad didn't even crack a smile. He later told me he went in the house and laughed like crazy.
• Making him cry (again) when I gave birth to his first grandson Steven. Hearing him congratulate Steve by telling him "you put the stem on the apple!"
• Watching him hold my son.
Although he's gone, not a day goes by that I don't think of him somehow. It took me a long time to realize my entire sense of security went along with him, but he nicknamed me Bad Blood for a reason (I wasn't down for long). It’s funny how you don't see how much of your parents you have in you until after you have children of your own. I think he passed on to me an amazing sense of family and how important they are, an incredible work ethic (he worked hard for most of his life), and an understanding that your word and your name is really all you have. All that, and I look just like him (much cuter of course).
If I can pass those ethics along to my children, I think I will have accomplished a lot!
_________________________________________________________
Mother:
Guadalupe (Lupe) Victoria Matinzo Alatorre
BIRTH 17 NOV 1920 * Fresno, California
DEATH 4 MAY 2002 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
Father:
Frank L. Alatorre
BIRTH 11 MAY 1922 * California, USA
DEATH 4 MAR 2001 * Fresno, Fresno, CA, USA
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