Frank Richard Locke

Born in Ellwood City, PA to William and Grace Locke in 1929, Mr. Locke celebrated his 86th birthday on September 26.

Mr. Locke joined the United States Air Force in 1951 and transferred to civil service as an aircraft mechanic at Perrin Air Force Base in Texas then to Columbus Air Force Base in Mississippi until his retirement in 1984. Frank Locke was an accomplished carpenter, having built his homes on his own. He enjoyed woodworking in which he carved beautiful duck sculptures, crossword puzzles, milk and cookies, and sitting on the front porch or staying up late reminiscing 'the good ole days'.

Mr. Locke is preceded in death by his parents, four brothers and one sister.

Frank Locke is survived by his daughter Cathy DaVault of Marble Falls, granddaughter Mallory Shackelford and David of Austin, Texas and great-grandchildren Ava Grace and Sidney Morgan.

In memory of Frank, his favorite quote:

If you can keep your head when all about you

Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,

Or being hated don't give way to hating,

And yet don't look too good, nor talk to wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;

If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim;

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoke

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,

And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings

And risk it on one turn of pinch-and-toss,

And lose, and start again at your beginnings

And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you

Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch;

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;

If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds' worth of distance run –

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And – which is more – you'll be a Man, my son!

-Rudyard Kipling, 1865-1936