Franklyn A. Freeman Obituary (1922

Born February 4, 1922 in Wenatchee, Washington to Frank and Clara Freeman. They moved to Kirkland, Washington in 1938. Franklyn graduated from Kirkland High in 1940 and from the University of Washington after World War 2. He took graduate work at Temple University and Drexel Institute of Technology in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. He worked at Boeing Aircraft Company in Washington several times, the last time from 1953 to 1963. He was employed at Bremerton-Kitsap County Health Department from 1963 until he retired. He served in the U.S. Navy during World War 2 and in the U.S. Army during the Korean Conflict. He was married twice. First to Janet Meade of Pennsylvania, the mother of his three daughters. He was later married to Amy Brockerman. He was single at the time of his death. Daughter Karen's memories: My father was a great source of acceptance and encouragement during my growing up years. He patiently taught me to play a short song on his violin. He complimented me on my singing. He allowed me to work at his side in his garden. He let me hold a fishing rod and hook trout, though he usually chose to reel the fish in himself. Dad had a smoke house on his property and made the best smoked fish I have ever tasted, bar none. Dad had a beautiful tenor voice and sang often throughout his life. He could be heard singing in the middle of the night by the staff at the assisted living. I have fond memories of helping him one summer when he was building his log cabin. He cut and barked all the trees used for logs. He hand split all the shakes for his roof. He hand dug his well. We chinked the logs with moss, nailed quarter round into the chinks and then caulked to seal the log and quarter round together. Five years in a row, when Dad was in about his late seventies, he took my son Jacob and I fishing at Wildcat Lake. My Dad was a seasoned fisherman and knew that lake like the back of his hand. We always caught our limit of fish. These fishing trips were the best activity I can think of to bond a Mom with her son and her son with his Grandpa. These fishing trips with my Dad and my son were my favorite "vacations". Thank you Dad for being a part of my life. I hope you are in heaven singing. Daughter Nanette's memories: My father was a quiet soul with a quick wit and an easy smile. My childhood memories are of dad in his garden or packing up for one of his frequent hunting or fishing trips. Lawrence Welk and Bonanza filled our evenings and my father's amazing voice filled our home with song . . . such as "Tumbling Tumbleweeds". Thank you dad for everything. Your smile and humor are already missed. Daughter JoAnne's memories: I remember working next to dad in our family garden with my small rake and hoe, helping him tie flies for fishing (he had a shoe box full of beautiful bird feathers to choose from), taking camping trips to Tunkwa Lake in Canada, and watching Lawrence Welk with him on the weekends. He always had shelled nuts and sweets in the kitchen and deer meat and fish in the freezer. He loved to sing and would whistle along with the birds. He lived a simple life and loved everything about nature. During the most recent years he was a good example of patience and endurance. He will be remembered by me and many others for his smile, his love of ice cream and singing (even during the night). Dad, I will miss looking into your eyes - for they shared a story that words could never express.