Frank Albert Taylor entered this world on April 3, 1914 in Huntington, West Virginia. Frank was the eldest son in a family of 12 children born to Albert and Lillie (Murray) Taylor. His mother had that Irish gleam in her eye, and a bit of charm and temper to go with it. Quite a bit of this was passed down to Frank. His father’s occupation was painting and he was a master-craftsman. This skill was handed down to Frank who put it to use earning extra income for his family. As a young boy in Huntington Frank was a newspaper boy and carried two routes at one time. He often told of making more money delivering papers than some men did working other jobs. Some of this money he gave to his mother to help in raising a large family.
Frank moved to Columbus and was working at Moore’s and Ross Ice Cream plant when he met someone that set the course for the rest of his life. There he met Lena Mae Rose. Frank and Rose, or “Babe”, as he called her, were married in 1939. Frank and Rose had two children, Sallie and Chuck. They were wonderful parents and both worked hard to provide for their children.
Frank worked on the Pennsylvania Railroad as a brakeman and conductor. He was strong and muscular and Sallie’s friends spread the word, “if you mess with Sallie, her Dad or brother will beat you up.”
Frank was a very loving Dad. He taught both Chuck and Sallie how to box and protect themselves. He bought them boxing gloves and taught both Chuck and Sallie how to use them and let them practice on each other. He worried so about his “darling daughter”, as he affectionately called her. He taught her how to protect herself and insisted as a teenager she wear long hat pins under her lapel so she could protect herself if needed. He worried so about Sallie and wanted her to take piano lessons and singing lessons to make sure she did not become a “wall flower”. To Frank and Rose, family and God were the most important things in life. Frank had a special wisdom about family values, relationships, and a balance of love and discipline. He said it was like a scale; you can’t give one without the other.
In 1962 Sallie gave Frank and Rose their first grandchild, Chris. Chris was followed by Melanie, Pete, and Shawn. Their son, Chuck, gave them two grandchildren, Mike and Steve. Their names now became “Nana” and “Papaw”. This hard-nosed railroader became a softhearted grandpa.
Frank was not interested in sports and had no hobbies except gardening. His primary interest was his family. In 1979 Sallie remarried. Ted Hayman brought along three children; Kim, Terri, and Ed. Nana and Papaw accepted this new addition with love and open arms. They treated these new grandchildren the same as their own and were wonderful in-laws.
In 1981 Frank and Rose saw their son, Chuck go to be with the Lord. In 1996 Frank lost his “Rose”, as she went to be with the Lord also. He never really recovered from the loss of his devoted wife of fifty-seven years. He was so lonely and miserable without her, and a part of him died then also. As a family, we could never go visit or telephone enough. Whenever we would visit he always wanted to know when we were coming back. If we told him tomorrow, he wanted to know what time.
Papaw leaves behind a great many family and friends. He expressed his love for family and God in his actions and the things he did for them and for others. Sallie can tell you many stories about her “Daddy”. The Grandchildren and great-grandchildren can tell you many stories about their “Papaw”. The best story is that he is now with Jesus, and his family that has went on before him. We wanted to hold on to him for our own selfish reasons, but it is comforting to know he is in a better place with no pain or suffering, and now he is no longer lonely.