Frank Leahey

Frank Leahey

Frank Lamar Leahey was buried at Anniston Memorial Gardens ON October 30th 2009 with Chapel Hill Funeral Home in Charge. Frank was 76 years old when he passed away on October 28, 2009.

Once when Frank ran a cabinet shop close to where we used to live I stopped in to chat, which was one of his favorite things to do. I had seen some cabinet doors that he and Ed Leahey had built for Bernice, their sister. I told Frank that I had seen the doors and really did like them. Frank reached down and picked up a piece of scrap wood about 6 in. square; he then drew a circle in the center of the wood and a verticle line down through the center and a horizontal line through the center. Frank pointed to the center circle and said "you cut out the circle and throw it away, then saw the lines; you will have four pieces of equal size, glue them into the four corners of the door and then rout the door".

I remembered his advice for the next fifteen years before I used it to make the doors on an entertainment center for Shirley, my wife. She still has that entertainment center, although she uses it for another purpose now.

Frank gave me some useful information so I pass it on to you, maybe you can use it some day.

Back 1941 or 1942 Frank's Dad, Joe Leahey worked at the Anniston Foundry. He went to work long before daylight, so they had their lunch rather early. Joe's wife would make his lunch and put it in a gallon syrup can and send it to him by Frank. Frank had a girls bicycle that he rode to take the lunch to his Dad. On the way back home he would stop at My Dad's store and get himself a coke. We boys liked to see Frank roll up on that bicycle because we would grab it as soon as he got off and go for a ride. We could ride it pretty good because it didn't have the bar across the top from the seat to the handle bars.

Along about 1949 Billy and I were playing with the Hanvey boys and we saw Frank coming up the street pushing his bicycle ( same girls bicycle). He had a bag full of Muscadines and we asked him where he found them: he pointed toward the north and said "over by Lloyd's pond".

We knew Frank wouldn't tell us the right place so we went in the opposite direction. Sure enough we knew we were on the right trail when we found his bicycle tracks going to the south toward Coldwater Mountain. Before we got all the way to the mountain there it was a big Muscadine vine growing up a big tree and 'man was it ever loaded'. We laughed and laughed while picking those Muscadines, needless to say we didn't leave very many Muscadines on the vine.

By James carroll