Contributions to the tribute of Frank Marshall White

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Friday, July 19, 2024

Q: What will you never forget about Frank? A: I was walking through my hallway and noticed one of my photos was crooked. As I straightened it out. I thought of the day it was taken. it was a black/white photo of my 2 day old twins. They were born in 1983. Frank and Susan stopped by to visit and he took the photo by a window, with Susan holding one, and I holding the other. I'm am so sorry to hear of his passing. He was a great guy.

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Michelle Lovett posted a condolence

Friday, July 12, 2024

I am so sorry and saddened to hear of Frank’s passing and send my dearest condolences to you Susan and to the girls and their families. What a remarkable light Frank was. Seeing him, as infrequently as I did through the years, was always such a delight. He loved to tell me the story about he and Susan offering to babysit me and my 3 older sons for a weekend when I was just an infant and how it almost convinced him not to have kids:) Susan Your and Frank’s friendship meant the world to my parents. Im sending love to you all during what must be a most difficult time.

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Tom Kretsch uploaded photo(s)

Sunday, June 30, 2024

The Spirit of Frank lived in all who knew him in different ways. Our paths met on the dusty streets of Nagarote, Nicaragua when we both traveled there as part of the Norwalk Sister City Project Delegation. With cameras in hand, we both were helping to document the incredible sustainable community development work the project was doing. A man with much knowledge of photography, he took such an unassuming role in this journey and made me feel comfortable by his side. Both youth of the sixties we shared so much in common about that time in our lives from music to politics, travel and a zest for living. Over the last sixteen years our friendship grew and we spent time together in his studio strumming guitars, talking about baseball and always about family. Oh, how he loved and adored his children and grandchildren. He shared their journeys with me and his commitment to them burned so brightly in his heart. We shared time together on the golf course. Frank had a very smooth and natural swing . He was easy going playing the game not seemingly letting a bad shot or hole get to him. He loved playing and collecting different guitars. Spending time at workshops down in West Virginia learning how to play the blues was a journey he always looked forward to doing. Quiet and unassuming about his talents, I know he learned a lot and so enjoyed sitting in his studio playing those beautiful guitars. Perhaps more than anyplace, Frank was at peace on the water, guiding his boat through the waters of the Long Island Sound and down in Boca Grande. On both places we were so happy to be aboard with him as he steered us to places where we anchored and then jumped off the boat into the cool waters of the sound and gulf. We talked often about photography both my forays into it and his illustrious career photographing all sorts of important people including a former President and his family. I never actually saw any of the work he did and maybe that was who Frank was; not someone to boast about his talents. But I know he was a master at it. It is hard in life to find friends who you can share so many parts of your life with. I was fortunate to meet Frank and have that special relationship with him. He was warm, generous, humorous, intelligent, talented and a true friend. He battled many obstacles in his life but through it all lived joyfully and with compassion for so many. Thanks, Frank, for sharing a part of your life with me. Your spirit lives on in my heart and I am sure in so many others whose lives you touched. Tom Kretsch

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Charles Rhudy posted a condolence

Friday, June 28, 2024

I have many fond memories of Frank. But for some reason, this scenario from nearly 40 years ago has stuck with me. I'll serve it up in a way I think Frank may have liked: So, a photographer and a writer board a plane for a late afternoon flight. They're on assignment for a major corporation and they have to be on site first thing in the morning. The photogapher takes his seat and falls asleep even before wheels up. The A-type writer reviews his notes. The photographer sleeps soundly until landing. The writer reviews his notes. Bottom line: The photographer got much more of the flight than the writer did. Not just because of this little ditty, but I can say that Frank was at peace at his passing. Because Frank was at peace with the world throughout his entire life. Charles Rhudy

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Stephen L. Harris posted a condolence

Wednesday, June 26, 2024

Right now, in my mind's eye, I am floating down the Ohio River. I am sitting up front on a coal barge, being pushed down the river by a push tug. It's almost midnight. The stars are out. The only noise is the swish of the river against the barge. Sitting next to me is photographer Frank White. He's shot for People magazine, Sports Illustrated and now Monogram, GE's company magazine which I edit. We're on a story about GE on the Ohio River. As we glide silently past houses close to the river bank, some with lights still on, we chat about life, our dreams and our families. Frank's a dear friend and we've traveled around the world together doing stories—a lot of them on the water, which Frank loved. He had his own tugboat and went out on Long Island Sound often. We once thought of doing a book together about the Sound. We never did, and now, as I float down the Ohio in my mind's eye with Frank by my side, I wish we had. Now he's gone and I am heart broken. Rest well, my friend. Rest well.

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Drew Lamm uploaded photo(s)

Tuesday, June 25, 2024

Frank has been part of most every day here on Milton Place as we paused to say hi on the street or waved as we moved about our days. I’ve loved his wit and amused view of life. Living next door has been easy and like having a brother over there. The best times were being the masthead on the boat as we drifted out of the Five Mile River and sped into the Sound. And all those Memorial Days where Frank pitched and I actually hit the ball, taking off with glee for first base. Frank made the game welcoming, especially for those of us who only touched a bat once a year, there in the meadow, because Frank made it fun. My daughter Ellery feels the same way. And then it was up to the house and a wee visit at the BBQ as Frank asked which burger I wished and yes please cheese. Even Chester, my cat, knows Frank. My desk overlooks the street and when I’d call out, “It’s Frank and the dogs!” Chester raced for the window, leaping up to see what Frank and the woofs were up to now. Milton Place without Frank is unthinkable, so I’m just going to imagine him over there in his studio playing his guitar and patting the pups. Love, Drew

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Francis J DiScala Jr. posted a condolence

Monday, June 24, 2024

I first met Frank in 1997 when I rode up onto his lawn on a borrowed Road King Harley Davidson. He was busy at the grill, his usual station during the food service portion of his famous Memorial Day parties. He put down the fork and strolled over to me. The first thing he said was “it’s nice to see that you are handling your mid-life crisis well” and it was love at first sight. Frank was more than a friend. He was family. I will love him and his family forever.

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Dennis Domres posted a condolence

Monday, June 24, 2024

Capt. Frank....I will miss our expansive conversations....and gossip! Many fond remembrances of Sailing in Charlotte Harbor....and sitting on the post office bench and chatting. Hold Fast! ("Master and Commander") Dennis Domres/ Boca Grande

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The family of Frank Marshall White uploaded a photo

Monday, June 24, 2024

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