The picture at left truly reflects Uncle Orville. He always seemed happy and make everyone around him happy. He always had a joke or funny story for any occasion and his laugh was contagious. We lived just west of him in the 1980s and 90s. Our daughters started calling him Uncle Frank. The church where his services are being held became "Frank's Church." We never learned where the "Frank" came from, but he always played along. I was out of town and my wife called Orville to have a refrigerator delivered. She trusted his taste. Thirty plus years later, the frig died. I jokingly called Orville to ask about the warranty. He quickly responded that it expired last week.
We love him and send our condolences to his family. We will miss the era that passes with him.
Love, JIm and Margaret Petersen and family.