Preceded in death by siblings Rose (Joe) Ostransky, Josephine (Joe) Golda, Ann Marie (Jerry) Golda, Fred (Jean) Citta Sr. Survived by sons Joe (Dorothy) Citta and Bernie (Judy) Citta; five grandchildren; six great-grandchildren; siblings brother Carl (Maxine) Citta and sister Betty (George) Mokay. Visitation will be Thrus, Jan 31, from 6-8pm. Funeral Service will be held Fri, Feb 1, at 11am. In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to the Nebraska Humane Society (8929 Fort St, Omaha, NE)
Frank Citta
Born on April 18, 1919. Oldest son of Joe & Ann (Chromey) Citta of Omaha, Nebraska.
Passed away on January 21, 2019. Survived by two sons - Joe & wife Dorothy, Bernie & wife Judy. 5 grandchildren, 6 great-grandchildren. Brother - Carl & wife Maxine Citta, sister - Betty Mokay.
Frank was a farmer all his life, starting out farming in the area of 84th & Grover (where Mangelson's is today). Moving west to 156th & F St area where the present day Zorkinsky Lake is located.
In March of 1949, moved to his present day farm in Springfield, Nebraska area until his farm sale in 1985. Later on he moved into Omaha.
Frank took pride in raising cattle and fattening them, ready to sell at the Omaha Stockyards. Frank really didn't like the smell of raising hogs or having milk cows kick him. Those were two animals you didn't see on his farm.
Besides raising cattle, he took pride in having clean (weed free) soybean and corn fields.
For him in his younger years, when family would get together, you could hear the noise of horse shoes hitting the steel stakes, guys laughing or otherwise, as the game went on.
During the winter, he enjoyed hunting, especially pheasants. If there was an inch of snow, Frank would be on the phone with his brother, Fred, or brothers-in-law, Mike, Jerry, or Ed, making plans to go hunting early the next morning. That inch of snow was perfect for tracking rabbits or pheasants. He told stories of the his younger years when the snow would be so deep, how Fred and him would go along the U.P.R.R. with a club and get rabbits because they couldn't run away fast.
Probably Frank's favorite sport was fishing. Every summer for a week or so, he would go to Minnesota, but sometimes in between he managed to travel up to Canada. One summer Frank was digging up potatoes before leaving for Minnesota. Frank dug up a whopper of a potato. With the county fair coming in a few weeks, Frank covered the potato with dirt, thinking he would enter it in the fair. After returning from the fishing trip, he soon found out his wife dug up more potatoes, slicing the whopper in half.
After retirement, Frank fished every day, summer & winter. He fished on the coldest days & the hottest days. The weather did not detour him.
All the things Frank enjoyed in life had to do being outdoors.
