Frank and I dated when we were 16 years old. He thought my daddy wouldn't like him because he had long hair and when he came to pick me up for our first date, his hair was dripping wet. Frank explained to me that his hair looked shorter when it was wet. I still smile about that. He drove a dark blue Volkswagen Beetle and one cold night, while driving me home, one of its wheels came off on University Drive. We walked to Marsha and Marty's house to use the phone. Daddy came and picked me up and Frank's pastor came and drove him home.  I last saw Frank at our 20 year high school reunion, but he contacted me a few months ago and asked me to pray for a loved one of his. We talked a bit about our families and he told me that faith and prayer keep a person strong. And I told him how glad I was that we shared faith. What a blessing to know that death can't really separate us from the ones we love, if we both love the Lord first. 

I think it was the first time I ever met Frank -probably the summer of 1971. He and Tony Fry came to our house on East Austin in Nacogdoches and he eventually sang "Blue Suede Shoes." He was really good and even had all of Elvis's moves down including a fake microphone. 

Frank was one of my favorite friends in school.  We laughed a lot.  I'm very grateful that I got to see him in May when he came to Austin, as I hadn't seen him in years.  We talked and laughed as though we had not dropped a beat.  I am very saddened that this was the last time I would  see him.  I miss him being in this world.  

I grew up in Hattiesburg, MS and  was a neighbor and childhood friend of the Barber clan.  Frank David was a sweet, somewhat shy boy with a great smile. He had a serious and curious mind and was devoted to his family, helping his busy mom with his precocious siblings. I  I lost touch with the family after their move from Bay Street but recently rediscovered them all through social media.  Frank followed in his dads footsteps committing himself to the betterment of folks lives and righting wrongs. He has surely left a void in this family that cannot be filled.  

What an incredible gentleman and professional. Always had a smile that would light up the conversation. He will be sorely missed but is now enjoying his eternal reward. Heartfelt condolences to his family for their loss. May, through the mercy of God, his sole Rest in Peace.

Frank and I were in band together at Nacogdoches High School in Nacogdoches, Texas.  He was smart and had a great sense of humor.  Just before graduation, I got the car of my dreams, a 1954 Corvette.  Frank was almost as excited as I.  He jumped in and asked for a ride.  We laughed with the wind in that old white convertible.  God bless Frank, his family and friends.  

Dearest Frank-People always say this but it is particularly true in your case-it was much too soon to lose you. I always liked you so much in high school and I was over the moon to re-kindle our friendship via our mutual friend Anne Davidson. I so enjoyed talking about the best old days (THE SEVENTIES!!!!), and hearing you wax poetic about your family-past and present. I was so anticipating seeing you in Nawlins' on the way to rendezvous w Anne and attend our high school 45th. I hope that you can feel how stunned we are and how much you are missed. Much love from your old friend Kathryn.

I met Frank Barber in Nacogdoches, Texas when we were both 13 years old. He had just moved with his family from Hattiesburg, Mississippi. We spent some young years as friends but had lost touch mostly until recently. I enjoyed rekindling our old friendship and seeing what a fine man Frank had become. We spoke frequently, and he talked about his love for his children and his adopted town of 38 years, New Orleans. He spoke of his many friends there, his love for the history, music and food, and his love for his siblings and parents. He spoke of the restoration work he did on the library in New Orleans. He spoke of the influence his father had on his life while living in Washington D.C. and New York. He was a fabulous storyteller and told me about his years at Ole Miss, scheduling bands for his fraternity and the many friendships he made along the way. He had worked to get his life right with God, attending mass every Sunday. We laughed a lot and appreciated each other’s company during these last few months. Those conversations I will always cherish and remember. 

Frank was always warm and convivial, and never at a loss for interesting conversation.  We'll miss him.  With deepest sympathies to Frank's family and loved ones.

Neel Fallis

Always smiling with a story to tell!  Our hearts go out to his family!  May he Rest In Peace. 

OBITUARIO

Frank David Barber III

8 julio, 1956 – 12 noviembre, 2018

Lake Lawn Metairie Funeral Home & Cemeteries

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