OBITUARY

Franklin D. Davidson

October 11, 1933March 27, 2013
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Davidson, Franklin Dillard, Age 79, born October 11th, 1933 to Paul and Ruth Davidson of Armona, California now resides with the Lord after passing gently at his daughter’s home in Spring, Texas on Wednesday March 27, 2013 with his loving wife of 56 years, Polly Ann Mann Davidson, by his side. He was a caring husband, an iconic father, a pillar of his church, a respected scientist, and a beacon of compassion to a large extended family. Over the years Frank and Polly opened their home with great hospitality and selflessness to many who were in need. He is preceded in death by his parents and his older brother, Harry Davidson of Los Altos, CA.

Frank led a long and full life. His childhood was full of 4-H activities, farming and serving as the starting left guard for the Hanford High School football team. He dropped out of the last two months of his senior year in high school to serve in the USMC from 1951-1954 where he saw active duty as a radar operator during the Korean War. While in Korea, the young farm boy was overwhelmed by the poverty and dismal living conditions he encountered. As a result of his letters back home, his mother organized the Armona Women’s Auxiliary to collect donations of clothing and food for the orphans living near his base of Kunsan, Korea. This continued for the duration of his time in Korea.

Upon returning from Korea, he attended Fresno State University where he received a Bachelor of Science in Physics. He was able to attend FSU thanks to the GI Bill.

Moving to Tucson, AZ for graduate school in 1959, he first studied under and later worked as a Research Associate for the esteemed x-ray spectrologist, Dr. Ralph W.G. Wycoff. This association lasted from 1959 to 1978 during which time he published over 24 articles in such prestigious journals as Nature and the Journal of Applied Physics. Their work centered around the use of x-ray spectroscopy, SEMM and x-ray diffraction with an emphasis in the later years on the study of amino acids in fossil teeth and bone using soft x-rays. During these years he explored the Tucson area first as a spelunker and later as a scuba diver where he served on the Pima County Underwater Search and Rescue.

During those early Tucson years, Frank and Polly became very active in a folk singing group. Many nights were spent out in the Catalina foothills singing around campfires or in other member’s homes. These sings were to establish a large extended family of friends which have continued through today. While not as frequent, the folk sings still do happen. Frank’s last folk sing was at Christmas a few years back in Sedona, AZ

In 1978 he was hired by Duvall Corporation to run a spectroscopy lab for analysis of their mining samples. This continued until 1985 when Pennzoil purchased Duvall and moved the lab to their Woodlands Research Center where he served out his final work years as a Research Scientist applying x-ray techniques to a wide array of analysis needs.

Starting in the mid 1960’s he was called to do the Lord’s work. For his last 20 years in Tucson he served as the Treasurer of the Parkview Wesleyan Church. After moving to the Houston area, he served for 18 years as the Treasurer of the Woodlands Community Church of the Nazarene where he and Polly were known as the first family from The Woodlands to attend the church. In his later professional years he served with The Gideons organization, funding and placing bibles across the US.

But by far the most important part of his life was family. His devotion and dedication to family and friends has been a shining beacon to all who came in contact with him. He leaves behind a large extended family for which he has provided a lasting legacy of gentle love and kindness.

He is survived by his wife of 56 years, Polly of Conroe, TX, his oldest son Paul K. Davidson and wife Dr. Peggy Spencer of Albuquerque, NM and their children, Granddaughter: Serena Davidson of Albuquerque, NM and Grandson: Derek Davidson of Goodyear, AZ,

His son Colonel Pete Davidson (USAF Ret.) and wife Lisa, now of Hanford, CA and their children: Grandson: Major Paul T. Davidson (USAF) and wife Megan of Alabama. Grandson: Pastor Daniel Davidson and wife Samantha of Pasadena, CA. Granddaughter: Tory Bair and husband Captain Daniel Bair (USAF) of Winterville, NC. Grandson: Philip Davidson, Granddaughter: Sherell Davidson and Granddaughter: Moesha Davidson, all of the Hanford, CA area.

His loving and darling daughter, Amy Arel and her three sons: Grandsons: Micah, Aaron and Sidney of Spring, TX.

He is also survived by 7 Great-Grandchildren, all boys and all of whom have spent time resting in their great-grandfather’s arms. There is no doubt that Frank was happiest when he had a grandchild or great-grandchild in his arms.

A new journey has begun for Frank and his family. Our father, husband, father-in-law, Grandpa & Great-Grandpa is now resting peacefully in his Father’s arms.

A Funeral Service will be held on Friday, April 12, 2013 at 10:00 a.m. at the Church of the Nazarene; 726 E. "D" Street, Lemoore, CA 93245 with Burial to follow at Grangeville Cemetery; 10428 14th Avenue, Armona, CA 93202 with U.S. Marine Corps Military Funeral Honors.

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  • Funeral Service Friday, April 12, 2013
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(John) Steven Davidson

April 18, 2017

I just stumbled onto the news that Frankie died in 2013. We had lost touch, and I was saddened to learn he was gone. He was named for my Father, Uncle Paul's Brother, the "East of Eden" brother who left the farm and wandered. I am the last of that family, my Mom and Dad, brother Doug, and my sister Georgia are all gone. I was in communication with Frankie by e-mail when he was fighting to save Uncle Paul and Aunt Ruth's farm for Peter when the County was trying to condemn it for an arsenic treatment plant. I was not much help. I hadn't seen Frankie since I was a boy and spent some time at the farm. He was roughly 10 years older than I am, so he was an adult in my eyes (I am 75 now). I am glad he succeeded in protecting the farm, and I was glad to read Peter is farming organically. Good for him.
I was a Public Defender in Ventura County, a county that is still a major agricultural region in Southern California.
Please accept my condolances for he loss of good men. Frankie seems to have taken after Uncle Paul. I remember Uncle Paul as a kind and gentle man who was always good to me. I remember deer hunting, I think with Harry, as well. They were all special. The world was a better place with all of them in it. I was Frankie and Harry's "little" cousin Steve. I am sorry it took my exploring the internet to see what happened to the farm to discover Peter and then Frankie's obituary. Please forgive my tardiness. I am very, very sorry for your loss. margdav3@yahoo.com. 805-294-3568. These are my wife's numbers. I have been diagnosed with Alzheimer's recently and am a bit confused by my old e-mails, although I am still able to remember people and events.

Polly Davidson

June 18, 2014

My sweetheart how I miss you I found that picture of you you never showed me. The one when you were 17 and had quit high school to join the Marine Corp! What a hunk you were!! I have it framed upon the fireplace now. Frankie I feel your presence, your always with me....the love of my life , things not always perfect but I always knew God put his thumb on you for me,,,,ever since he hearde pray when I was 13 in a dark closet....he chose you you didn't stand chance!! Daddy it's been over a year since God scooped you up and took you home so you'd have no pain. I was so happy for you, but still miss you so much. My eyes water without my permission . The hard thing is I have to be so brave and carry on. You always took care of me. I get by , by sensing your presence and feeling your love for me...gosh, I was a dumb little thing but you always held me up high....ah, I love you...sweet Frankie, of mine...one day I'll. be with you again but you may have to pull me through...hold my hand Frankie , tight ...love polly

Paul Davidson

June 16, 2014

Paul Davidson

June 16, 2014

Paul Davidson

June 16, 2014

Paul Davidson

June 16, 2014

Long, long time family Friends, Dee and John Johnson with their grandkids.

Winston Wilson

April 25, 2014

I met Frank in 1985, shortly after he & I both moved to The Woodlands. I came to be the new pastor of the Nazarene Church trying to get started in The Woodlands, and he had just moved from Arizona to work at Pennzoil.

I lived in The Woodlands for 8 years, and if I was to look back to figure out who my best friend was, it would have to be Frank. He was my treasurer, my sound man, and my sounding board.

Whenever I was lost, hurt or uncertain, he was there, mostly to listen, always to encourage. He could have been old enough to be my father, but I never felt that way around him.

I tried on 2-3 occasions after I moved from The Woodlands to tell him how much I loved and appreciated his friendship, but I'm not sure he ever understood.

I always thought Frank & Polly were the perfect match. Polly, so funny, running everywhere to do everything. Frank, solid as a rock, smiling, doing what needed to be done.

Thank you Frank for being my friend, for touching my life, for making me a better man.

Paul Davidson

April 24, 2014

Dad
How long now?
Over a year isn't it
Are you safe?
warm?
Lonely?

I wish I could say it ain't so
but it is.

We all miss you
but
Mom is doing well.

Peggy Spencer-Davidson

May 12, 2013

One of my first memories of Frankie was when I was dating Keenie and I came over to their house on Arroyo Chico in Tucson. Frankie was sitting in a big chair in the living room, and Polly was snuggled on his lap. They were both smiling, obviously in love and comfortable with each other. I love that memory because it illustrates not only Frankie's constant love and support for Polly and all of his large family, but also his playful nature, which wasn't always right up front but which you knew was in there, ready to sparkle out at the right moment.

My father in law has always abided in a special part of my mind and heart. He was there when he was living, and is still there now that he is gone. This is a place of constancy, love, wisdom, and support. He welcomed me into the family even though I was not of his faith, held my babies when they were little and nudged them gently when they needed it as they grew. He was as near as a phone call when Keenie needed help with something he was trying to fix, and when we all got together, he managed to be completely present without hardly opening his mouth. Until, that is, something riled him up or captured his passion. We all know how he could wax poetic at those times, and when Frankie got on a roll like that, we all listened because we knew it was worth hearing.

He is the model of a Christian man to me, steadily faithful, forgiving, loving, a man who lived his faith every day all day.

Of course one of the best things he and Polly did, in my opinion, was produce their son Paul Keiner, who became my husband 30 years ago. While Keenie and his father are different in many ways, they are alike in the essentials of crisp intelligence, deep and constant love for their families, strongly held values, and that precious dash of playfulness.

Farewell, Frankie. Thank you for all you have given to all of us. We will miss you, and we will continue to learn from the example you so wonderfully set.

Polly Davidson

May 8, 2013

Dearest Frankie, I was so dumb to let the precious moments slip away that I could have spent with you. So busy with just junk...if I had it to do over, I'd take you on wonderful picnics, I'd bake you more cakes a diabetic could eat, I'd rub your back, I'd fluff your pillows, I'd take you to see your grandbabies and not worry if we were in the way, I'd just say here we are....where's the kids!


Sweet Frankie, how generous you were. I remember when you finally got a new car, that lil' Red Chevette with the heavy diesel engine.(Years later the engine just fell out on the driveway). When it was new, you gave it to Amy to Drive to Bartlesville College so she would be safe.....and of course I helped by going to fill the gas tank before Amy left...oops wrong gas...I pumped it full with regular gas, I remember hiding behind the kitchen curtain and praying while you siphoned off a whole tank of gas....in Tucson August heat...and you never said a word to me. Please, God wrap him in your arms, especially for this.

How I love you, I really didn't know how much, until now! Kisses and hugs forever, Polly