Paul Frauenfeld Eulogy
Janice:
Thank-you to all of you for taking the time to join us in this celebration of Paul’s life. We appreciate your presence and your memories of Paul. My name is Janice and I am Paul’s oldest sister. Our youngest sister, Angela or Ang is joining me today to share some of our memories and events in Paul’s life. Rest assured that this will not be as long as most of Paul’s stories or jokes and we won’t include too many suspect statistics or research - as Paul loved to include.
Thank-you to all of you for taking the time to join us in this celebration of Paul’s life. We appreciate your presence and your memories of Paul. My name is Janice and I am Paul’s oldest sister. Our youngest sister, Angela or Ang is joining me today to share some of our memories and events in Paul’s life. Rest assured that this will not be as long as most of Paul’s stories or jokes and we won’t include too many suspect statistics or research - as Paul loved to include.
Paul is survived by his mother, Evelyn Laws, sisters: Janice (Ken), Celeste, Patrice (Paul), Angela (Ian), nieces and nephews: Gavin (Nythia), Julian, Ben (Claire), Shaun (Sally), Sydney (Mitch), Scott (Mallory), Thomas (Kelsy) and great nieces and nephews: Evelyn, Carter, Greyson, Curt, Sarah and Lila. He is also survived by his Uncle John and Aunt Elma and many, many cousins.
Paul was the only boy growing up in a busy household. He was born on July 9, 1962 and was welcomed into our home when he was one. There were 4 children under 5 at one time and Angela completed our family 5 years later. When you see photos of our family from these early times - our Mom, Evelyn is white as a ghost - no doubt she didn’t get enough sleep. She was busy as a nurse, often night shifts, and an organist at the church for many years. We thank Mom for all her sacrifices and all she did for us, she was sweet and altruistic, in contrast to our dad’s strict, and frugal, German household regime. Dad did also have a fun side, particularly when he got use his theatrical skills - from his radio and acting background.
We were busy at church every Sunday and each year we drove to Penticton in the summer and to Phoenix for Spring Break. So many great memories of those long car rides in the station wagon with the feather bed, Mom making us buns with summer sausage in the back seat. Stopping in Golden at A&W. Our Dad could drive for days and days. One of the yearly highlights driving home from Phoenix was a stop at the Sizzler Steak house in Salt Lake City.
Paul always laughed about his sisters and how we would stop at the first fruit stand on the way to Penticton and all the girls would eat so many cherries and then have terrible stomach aches before long. Not Paul - he was not a big fruit or veggie eater. We often thought that he had scurvy.
Mom and Dad encouraged him to eat healthy, and then the moment would come when it was time to take a stand.
Mom and Dad encouraged him to eat healthy, and then the moment would come when it was time to take a stand.
One of those moments was in Phoenix when Dad decided it was time for Paul to have some fruit. We were in a park walking around and he picked an orange off a tree and peeled it for Paul to eat. He said, "Now you’re going to eat some fruit!” Paul immediately spit it out on the ground. Dad was pretty upset and shared his frustration. He then decided to show Paul that it was just fine and took a bite himself…only to immediately spit it out - because it was from an ornamental orange tree! We laughed about that story for years.
Paul loved statistics, research, studies, and brainteasers. Perhaps you may have heard him “cite” his learning and findings. Hmmmmm sometimes we think there was some slight fabrication in his research, always to suit the situation.
On that note, there is evidence in research that having siblings can have a strong impact on a child’s development…one recent finding in that regard is the benefit of experimenting with how far you can push people before they want to kill you!
Paul had some interesting times with his sisters and there were a few arguments and frustrations from time to time. As the oldest sibling, I was in charge at times and had to babysit the crew. Paul and I had a few fights that resulted in a number of broken items in the house …
On that note, there is evidence in research that having siblings can have a strong impact on a child’s development…one recent finding in that regard is the benefit of experimenting with how far you can push people before they want to kill you!
Paul had some interesting times with his sisters and there were a few arguments and frustrations from time to time. As the oldest sibling, I was in charge at times and had to babysit the crew. Paul and I had a few fights that resulted in a number of broken items in the house …
Siblings have that way of knowing how to press buttons and aggravate each other…He could definitely get a reaction from Celeste, as they were only a year apart. We had a rumpus room in the basement and we all hung out there. Certain spots on the couches were prime real estate and if you had to get up you’d always have to say ‘place is saved’ or someone would take your spot. Paul would goad Celeste relentlessly, teasing her about putting his toe on her pillow. This went on and on, more than just a toe, the foot was now touching her pillow. Then there was a meltdown, he pushed her to her limit…he did seem to have fun teasing people he loved!
Sometimes she would also get Paul back as was observed a number of years ago at Patrice’s house. Paul was trying to push Celeste to have a piece of cake and Celeste indicated that she wasn’t interested. Paul continued to goad her..”I know you want it…waving it in her face”. When Celeste had had enough, she picked up Paul’s keys - which had a piece of computer ram - with “tiny, little ridges” and she promptly stuck them in the cake. Paul’s look of surprise was priceless… remarking ”I can’t believe you did that” over and over again. I thought it was hysterical!
Patrice was not immune to Paul’s tricks and teasers either. When she married Paul Hojka (our other brother Paul), they left on a lovely honeymoon. While they were away, somehow Paul convinced me that we should go down to Red Deer and conduct some “practical jokes” in their apartment. I won’t go into the details, but you can imagine their surprise arriving home, when they weren’t able to sleep in their bed…being a waterbed that had been emptied. That was my one regret for following Paul on one of his adventures - and my sincere apologies to Patrice and Paul Hojka.
While there were many sibling squabbles, there was also lots of fun at home and on vacation - swimming in the pool at motels during our road trips and Paul’s surfing adventures in Hawaii.
While there were many sibling squabbles, there was also lots of fun at home and on vacation - swimming in the pool at motels during our road trips and Paul’s surfing adventures in Hawaii.
Paul was a very active child (he was a boy, with typical “boy energy and boy noises, unlike his four sisters), and Paul had many friends that he liked to play with at school and in the neighbourhood. Jeffrey Haase was one of Paul’s first friends. Both Jeffrey and his big sister Audrey, my best friend, came to play at our house a lot. We would build elaborate forts in the basement and make a complete mess with all of the toys…and then we would go outside and continue the fun. If you are familiar with the children’s book, Jillian Jiggs - that was us as kids…”Jillian, Jillian, Jillian Jiggs, it looks like this room has been lived in by pigs…the response of the children “Later, we promise, we promise we do, we’ll clean it all up when we are all through”...did we? Nope - we would head outside and play. It was a glorious time to be a child…bike-riding, time at the local park with the playground supervisor, sneaking into the ravine - which was forbidden…and showing up for dinner.
It was the Frauenfeld’s 70’s and 80’s show and it was a time of ‘full throttle’ for Paul. He was ambitious, driven and out for any thrill. Paul was definitely a “thrill seeker”. He actually more than doubled my expectation of his lifespan, in that I never imagined that he would survive past 30, based on his activities: sky-diving, spelunking, dirt biking, scuba-diving, upside down golfing under the ice with scuba gear, motorcycles, entering demolition derbies, building an ultralight plane in our parents garage (fueled by many, many cases of beer) - and then flying it. He was fearless in those days.
Angela
When Paul was a teenager he had a big poster in his room that said ‘I HATE DISCO’. Who could blame him? There were 5 girls in the house that loved the Chic, The Village People, Boney M, Abba, Saturday Night Fever, you name it. Girly music!
When Paul was a teenager he had a big poster in his room that said ‘I HATE DISCO’. Who could blame him? There were 5 girls in the house that loved the Chic, The Village People, Boney M, Abba, Saturday Night Fever, you name it. Girly music!
I have a tendency to play my favorite tunes over and over and over. I happened to love the Bay City Rollers, S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y NIGHT! He was FED UP and one day my record was missing, lost, I didn’t know where it went. I was heartbroken over that. Years and years later, when we were cleaning out the house to sell, our dad found the very dusty record up above the furnace vent in Paul’s room. He hid it from me and must have forgotten about it!
Paul loved music and we definitely had that in common. He used to go duck hunting and offered me a little side job. Oh lucky me! I got to scrub all of his plastic duck decoys. What was the currency for this work? TDK blank tapes! Well I was only 10 so I thought that was a great deal.
I had big adventures with Paul, two I can remember were on the Capilano Freeway (Wayne Gretzky Drive). The first one he took me bike riding when I was about 7 or 8. The big adventure was to CROSS OVER the green bridge above the freeway in Forest Heights. He talked it up quite a bit beforehand, he packed snacks and brought juice along. It was really exciting and terrifying going over the bridge. I had a sense that we shouldn’t be that far from home, or at least I shouldn’t have been!
I had big adventures with Paul, two I can remember were on the Capilano Freeway (Wayne Gretzky Drive). The first one he took me bike riding when I was about 7 or 8. The big adventure was to CROSS OVER the green bridge above the freeway in Forest Heights. He talked it up quite a bit beforehand, he packed snacks and brought juice along. It was really exciting and terrifying going over the bridge. I had a sense that we shouldn’t be that far from home, or at least I shouldn’t have been!
Another time, I had two tickets to a Bryan Ferry concert at the Colosseum (Rexall Place). I was 17 and he was 24. He didn’t know Roxy Music but I convinced him to go with me. He said yes, but we’re going on my motorcycle. OK! Sounded good to me. The ride across the Capilano Freeway terrified me so much that it took over 30 years for me to get back on a bike. The concert was amazing, Paul loved it, and I still hate motorcycles.
When I got my first car, he installed my Pioneer stereo in my old Ford Fiesta for me…he was a sweetheart.
When I got my first car, he installed my Pioneer stereo in my old Ford Fiesta for me…he was a sweetheart.
Paul loved driving cars and motorcycles and occasionally had some mishaps. One day when our Dad was in Europe, he got into an accident with one of the cars, he then came home and took the other car, and got into another accident. This didn’t go over well for Mom and all the kids sharing the two cars.
So then he got his own old, Ford, yellow Torino. He had this while he was in high school and drove it pretty rough. No kidding! Someone used to say that Paul drove like he was being chased after robbing a bank! So the Torino could only take so much, the gears gave out and he could no longer go in Drive. So he drove it early one morning to the landfill in Sherwood Park, in reverse all the way down Baseline.
Traffic wasn’t that busy back in the day!
So then he got his own old, Ford, yellow Torino. He had this while he was in high school and drove it pretty rough. No kidding! Someone used to say that Paul drove like he was being chased after robbing a bank! So the Torino could only take so much, the gears gave out and he could no longer go in Drive. So he drove it early one morning to the landfill in Sherwood Park, in reverse all the way down Baseline.
Traffic wasn’t that busy back in the day!
Janice
I don’t really remember how it came about, but I was going to university living in a subsidized apartment close to Southgate while attending university and Paul came to live with me. He was surprised when I requested that he kick in for a cleaner - I knew from experience it would be impossible to get him to help clean. House cleaning was not his forte - as we found out when we were in his house recently… but he could sure plan fun activities for a party or a camping trip. The latest we heard about was ‘Red Neck Olympics’ and that sounds like a blast!
I don’t really remember how it came about, but I was going to university living in a subsidized apartment close to Southgate while attending university and Paul came to live with me. He was surprised when I requested that he kick in for a cleaner - I knew from experience it would be impossible to get him to help clean. House cleaning was not his forte - as we found out when we were in his house recently… but he could sure plan fun activities for a party or a camping trip. The latest we heard about was ‘Red Neck Olympics’ and that sounds like a blast!
Paul loved to travel and try new things. It struck me as very funny when he decided to do a silent retreat at a monastery in Thailand. He had never shown any interest in religion or meditating - but he went all in at the retreat. I think he said he lasted about 5 days: sleeping on a cement floor and meditating daily. He talked about getting to the stage of having movies running in his head. At some point on that last day he spoke to someone outside and knew he had to leave.
Paul and Julian were traveling in Thailand and Paul asked Julian if there was anywhere in particular he wanted to go. Paul said the trip was all about Julian! When Julian indicated that he wanted to go to the silent retreat, Paul said jeez, he would have to think about it. It was the last place he ever wanted to go back to! So Paul agreed and they went in for a number of days. It was really hard for Paul to not talk, smoke or drink beer. The cement beds and wooden pillows weren’t luxurious either! On the grounds Julian and Paul bumped into each other and Paul picked up a leaf and kept pointing to it. Julian wasn’t sure what he was trying to communicate. Finally Paul spoke up and said “Do you want to LEAF” ... ahhh
On one of his trips to Europe, he just HAD to go to the small town of Frauenfeld in Switzerland, at all costs, to get souvenirs. It wasn’t an easy place to get to, from where he was visiting Angela in Italy, but he was determined. Incidentally, this isn’t where we are from but he just wanted a bunch of souvenirs with our last name. He got a kick out of that.
Angela
Paul loved Italy and called himself Paolo Frauenfeldo while he was there. One day I took him to the bank in a small town to exchange some dollars for lira. I let him go in by himself as I stayed in the car with Julian. He came running out of the bank, jumping up and down saying ‘they did it’ ‘they did it’. I said what happened and he told me that the teller, who couldn’t speak a word of English, actually called him Paolo Frauenfeldo and he had the proof on the bank receipt. He was so thrilled and we laughed for years about that.
Paul loved Italy and called himself Paolo Frauenfeldo while he was there. One day I took him to the bank in a small town to exchange some dollars for lira. I let him go in by himself as I stayed in the car with Julian. He came running out of the bank, jumping up and down saying ‘they did it’ ‘they did it’. I said what happened and he told me that the teller, who couldn’t speak a word of English, actually called him Paolo Frauenfeldo and he had the proof on the bank receipt. He was so thrilled and we laughed for years about that.
To tell you how thoughtful and kind Paul was…
I was going through a divorce in Italy and he knew it was hard on me, being so far from family. He came over to visit, check in on me and the kids, and he brought his big tower computer. He had downloaded 60,000 songs from Napster and said that he knew how much I loved music, and that it was therapeutic for me, so he left this gift as a way to support me through the hard times. That’s who Paul was, sensitive and thoughtful.
I was so touched by that.
I was going through a divorce in Italy and he knew it was hard on me, being so far from family. He came over to visit, check in on me and the kids, and he brought his big tower computer. He had downloaded 60,000 songs from Napster and said that he knew how much I loved music, and that it was therapeutic for me, so he left this gift as a way to support me through the hard times. That’s who Paul was, sensitive and thoughtful.
I was so touched by that.
Janice
Paul’s career path included working in night security while he was attending NAIT. He received a Business Administration diploma in Accounting. His real forte was in sales and technology. He was working at the Brick early on when West Edmonton Mall opened. He was in the mall one night after closing, and he and a friend climbed the mast on the pirate ship and wrote their initials right up at the top, on the flag. The markings were still there many years later. Obviously Paul made his mark…on the hearts of many colleagues and became great friends.
Paul worked at Tracs, an IT support and services company, in the 80’s in Calgary. It was at Tracs that he met his great friends, Steve, Sheila, Dave and Loretta. They were friends for life, and have many tales to share of great adventures and fun.
Paul’s career path included working in night security while he was attending NAIT. He received a Business Administration diploma in Accounting. His real forte was in sales and technology. He was working at the Brick early on when West Edmonton Mall opened. He was in the mall one night after closing, and he and a friend climbed the mast on the pirate ship and wrote their initials right up at the top, on the flag. The markings were still there many years later. Obviously Paul made his mark…on the hearts of many colleagues and became great friends.
Paul worked at Tracs, an IT support and services company, in the 80’s in Calgary. It was at Tracs that he met his great friends, Steve, Sheila, Dave and Loretta. They were friends for life, and have many tales to share of great adventures and fun.
Angela
Paul was devoted to his friends and family. He always made big efforts to visit. Whether it was to see family in Edmonton for birthdays and holidays, to visit me and the kids in Italy, or to go see our cousin Glenda in Liechtenstein, going down to Quartzsite to see Roy and Linda, he always made the effort. I want to acknowledge and honor that, it was deeply appreciated! Paul attended almost every one of our Erickson reunions and wanted to make it a fun experience for everyone. He was an active and aggressive player in our orange peel throwing event upstairs at Grandpa Frauenfeld’s house on Boxing Day/Grandpa’s birthday celebration when we were kids. Paul worked diligently to keep the family together after our dad passed away. He would never come empty handed, there was always firewood, Chicago beef, wine and for Thanksgiving he would bring ‘apple pie’, his version of it which was a shooter made with butter ripple Schnapps and green Sour Puss liqueur with cinnamon. Delicious!
Paul was devoted to his friends and family. He always made big efforts to visit. Whether it was to see family in Edmonton for birthdays and holidays, to visit me and the kids in Italy, or to go see our cousin Glenda in Liechtenstein, going down to Quartzsite to see Roy and Linda, he always made the effort. I want to acknowledge and honor that, it was deeply appreciated! Paul attended almost every one of our Erickson reunions and wanted to make it a fun experience for everyone. He was an active and aggressive player in our orange peel throwing event upstairs at Grandpa Frauenfeld’s house on Boxing Day/Grandpa’s birthday celebration when we were kids. Paul worked diligently to keep the family together after our dad passed away. He would never come empty handed, there was always firewood, Chicago beef, wine and for Thanksgiving he would bring ‘apple pie’, his version of it which was a shooter made with butter ripple Schnapps and green Sour Puss liqueur with cinnamon. Delicious!
In all of my houses and small apartments I always thought of, ‘where is Paul going to sleep’. It was just a part of my family’s life, to have him stay with us. And we really enjoyed it!
He liked to call his Mom and 4 sisters ‘you girls’. Which used to drive us crazy. He would say ‘you girls have to get along’ ‘you girls have to decide whether I’m coming for Thanksgiving or Christmas, I can’t do both’ ‘oh you girls’ blah blah blah, now it’s really endearing.
Paul had two big loves that were so important in his life. Gwynn and Sandi, they are with us here today. These two women are amazing, loving, beautiful and Paul loved them deeply. The sisters were so sad when those relationships didn’t work out. Paul was the eternal boyfriend and that was as far as he went! He was a lone wolf and free spirit. Sandi and Gwynn later married two of Paul’s dearest friends, Pat and Steve. This was ok by Paul, or kind of had to be. He knew the girls would both be loved and cherished and he wanted to stay in their lives.
He liked to call his Mom and 4 sisters ‘you girls’. Which used to drive us crazy. He would say ‘you girls have to get along’ ‘you girls have to decide whether I’m coming for Thanksgiving or Christmas, I can’t do both’ ‘oh you girls’ blah blah blah, now it’s really endearing.
Paul had two big loves that were so important in his life. Gwynn and Sandi, they are with us here today. These two women are amazing, loving, beautiful and Paul loved them deeply. The sisters were so sad when those relationships didn’t work out. Paul was the eternal boyfriend and that was as far as he went! He was a lone wolf and free spirit. Sandi and Gwynn later married two of Paul’s dearest friends, Pat and Steve. This was ok by Paul, or kind of had to be. He knew the girls would both be loved and cherished and he wanted to stay in their lives.
One day, we were out camping with everyone, I asked Paul, ‘isn’t it strange to be here with your two ex girlfriends and Steve and Pat?!’ He looked at me and said, ‘oh Ang, don’t be so petty!’ I was shamed but also realized that the key is to just let it go. This speaks volumes of who Paul was.
Life is short and there’s more fun and adventures ahead! Paul was inclusive and accepting of people. His group of friends was his reason for staying in Calgary. He always said he couldn’t leave his friend’s in Calgary. And I completely understand why. Thank you for all for the love you showed Paul and for making his life better in every way. Also for all the help while we were emptying his house in Calgary. We couldn’t have done it without Shelagh, Carlee, Steve and Sandy. It was not easy being there, but we did it and we’re forever grateful to you.
Life is short and there’s more fun and adventures ahead! Paul was inclusive and accepting of people. His group of friends was his reason for staying in Calgary. He always said he couldn’t leave his friend’s in Calgary. And I completely understand why. Thank you for all for the love you showed Paul and for making his life better in every way. Also for all the help while we were emptying his house in Calgary. We couldn’t have done it without Shelagh, Carlee, Steve and Sandy. It was not easy being there, but we did it and we’re forever grateful to you.
Paul looked so forward to his Monday night calls with Jeff from Blackfalds. Who knew two grown men could talk for hours and hours, just like Paul’s sisters and mom!! Jeff, in these last years, those phone calls were the highlight of his week and thank you for doing that. You were a great friend and big support to Paul.
Fridays at Cowboy’s Bar and going to Shelagh’s farm in Strathmore were two other great pastimes. He loved kicking back around the bonfire and ‘sometimes’ doing chores. Shelagh, when you went to Greece this spring with Carlee, he was soooo impatient for you to get back. He missed you so much and was counting down the days to see you again at the farm.
Fridays at Cowboy’s Bar and going to Shelagh’s farm in Strathmore were two other great pastimes. He loved kicking back around the bonfire and ‘sometimes’ doing chores. Shelagh, when you went to Greece this spring with Carlee, he was soooo impatient for you to get back. He missed you so much and was counting down the days to see you again at the farm.
So Paul and I were quite different. We grew up in the same family but we had very different experiences. I remember him busting me to my parents when I was planning a house party in Grade 10. I was mad. Or busting me when I had an accident with Mom’s car. Janice and Paul figured out I was skipping school that morning. But later Paul and I shared music, travel, adventure and friends in common and we would argue until 5am about the meaning of life and whether God existed. We didn’t see eye to eye on everything, and there were times that he drove me crazy. Not only with the riddles and brainteasers, but the bigger stuff in life. But I just loved him no matter what and I had no doubt that he loved me. He was my big brother!
I can only say that relationships with siblings aren’t perfect but to lose out on something that Paul and I had would be so sad. We both created that relationship, despite our differences. It’s not my fault that he wore big Dad jeans or that he didn’t join us in the 21st century for new music, it’s not my fault! It was a familiar, fulfilling, fun, adventurous, reliable relationship and I think he felt that too. We were always there for each other.
I can only say that relationships with siblings aren’t perfect but to lose out on something that Paul and I had would be so sad. We both created that relationship, despite our differences. It’s not my fault that he wore big Dad jeans or that he didn’t join us in the 21st century for new music, it’s not my fault! It was a familiar, fulfilling, fun, adventurous, reliable relationship and I think he felt that too. We were always there for each other.
Janice
Paul lost two very special friends in 2021. Murray Hanchard, a childhood friend, and Pat Gillard, Gwynn’s husband and Paul’s close friend. The passing of these two dear friends was a turning point in Paul’s life. He never really got over their deaths and struggled to find a new normal without them.
The stories we have shared today are only a very small sampling of the many great stories there are about Paul: his love for family and friends and his love of adventure. We hope that as you have time to gather over coffee after this memorial, you have opportunities to share some of your stories and memories of Paul. We would also love to have your memories documented in the online memorial book.
Maya Angelou wrote: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Paul had so many awe inspiring moments in his life - I feel that this statement captures the essence of Paul.
Paul lost two very special friends in 2021. Murray Hanchard, a childhood friend, and Pat Gillard, Gwynn’s husband and Paul’s close friend. The passing of these two dear friends was a turning point in Paul’s life. He never really got over their deaths and struggled to find a new normal without them.
The stories we have shared today are only a very small sampling of the many great stories there are about Paul: his love for family and friends and his love of adventure. We hope that as you have time to gather over coffee after this memorial, you have opportunities to share some of your stories and memories of Paul. We would also love to have your memories documented in the online memorial book.
Maya Angelou wrote: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Paul had so many awe inspiring moments in his life - I feel that this statement captures the essence of Paul.
Paul Frauenfeld at Erickson family farm, 2008. Photo: Svein Helge Falstad
Sad to get the news about Paul Frauenfeld passing away
I met Paul at two reunions, in 2008 and at a later reunion, but I cannot recall the exact year.
I experienced Paul as a kind-hearted and kind relative, who had a lot of life wisdom, and who was on good terms with everyone in the family.
I have only fond memories of Paul.
Like me, Paul had a good relationship with Lloyd, his oldest uncle. From what I understood, it was Lloyd who gave Paul the idea of doing a longer travel study in China, and experiencing the country, people and culture there.
Paul talked a lot about his trip to China when I met him at the Family Reunion in Irma in 2008. He gave me a travel video that he made from this trip, which I believe he did in 2008.
Our family means a lot to me and my family. I am very happy that I joined the reunion in 2008, so I had the chance to get to know the old ones before they passed away. I am very proud of our big family. My pride for the family also includes Paul.
He was a wise and clever man. A dear relative I would have liked to get to know better.
On behalf of me and my family – Hanne, Gøril, Tove and Mona – I am grateful for knowing the good man, Paul.
Our condolences go to Paul’s mom Evelyn and his sisters Janice, Celeste, Patrice and Angela, as well as the rest of Paul’s and our shared extended family.
Friendly regards,
Svein Helge
Norwegian:
Det var en trist beskjed å få at Paul Frauenfeld (61) er gått bort.
Jeg møtte Paul Frauenfeld på to slektstreff, første gang i 2008 og en gang ved et senere slektratreff senere, jeg husker ikke nøyaktig årstall. Jeg opplevde Paul som en godhjertet og snill slektning, som hadde masse livsvisdom og som var på god fot med alle i familien.
Jeg har bare gode minner om Paul.
Paul hadde, som meg, et godt forhold til Lloyd, hands eldste onkel. Det var etter det jeg forsto, Lloyd som fikk Paul på tanken om å gjøre en lengre reisestudie i Kina og oppleve landet, folket og kulturen der.
Paul snakket mye om Kina-turen sin da jeg traff ham på slektstreffet i Irma i 2008. Han ga meg en reisevideo som han hadde laget fra Kina-reisen sin, som jeg tror han gjennomførte i 2008.
Slekta vår betyr mye for meg og min familie. Jeg er svært glad for at jeg kom inn i slektstreffene fra 2008, så jeg rakk å bli kjent med de eldste før de gikk bort. Jeg er veldig stolt av vår store familie.
Min stolthet for familien omfatter også Paul. Han var en vis og flink mann. En kjær slektning jeg gjerne skulle blitt bedre kjent med.
På vegne av meg og min familie – Hanne, Gøril, Tove og Mona – takker jeg for at jeg fikk oppleve det gode mennesket Paul.
Vår kondolanse går til Pauls mamma Evelyn og hans søstre Janice, Celeste, Patrice and Angela, samt resten av Pauls og vår felles store familie.
Vennlig hilsen
Svein Helge
PS: Picture of Paul Frauenfeld from reunion at Erickson farm in 2008.
Svein Helge Falstad
August 22, 2024
I experienced Paul as a kind-hearted and kind relative, who had a lot of life wisdom, and who was on good terms with everyone in the family.
I have only fond memories of Paul.
Like me, Paul had a good relationship with Lloyd, his oldest uncle. From what I understood, it was Lloyd who gave Paul the idea of doing a longer travel study in China, and experiencing the country, people and culture there.
Paul talked a lot about his trip to China when I met him at the Family Reunion in Irma in 2008. He gave me a travel video that he made from this trip, which I believe he did in 2008.
Our family means a lot to me and my family. I am very happy that I joined the reunion in 2008, so I had the chance to get to know the old ones before they passed away. I am very proud of our big family. My pride for the family also includes Paul.
He was a wise and clever man. A dear relative I would have liked to get to know better.
On behalf of me and my family – Hanne, Gøril, Tove and Mona – I am grateful for knowing the good man, Paul.
Our condolences go to Paul’s mom Evelyn and his sisters Janice, Celeste, Patrice and Angela, as well as the rest of Paul’s and our shared extended family.
Friendly regards,
Svein Helge
Norwegian:
Det var en trist beskjed å få at Paul Frauenfeld (61) er gått bort.
Jeg møtte Paul Frauenfeld på to slektstreff, første gang i 2008 og en gang ved et senere slektratreff senere, jeg husker ikke nøyaktig årstall. Jeg opplevde Paul som en godhjertet og snill slektning, som hadde masse livsvisdom og som var på god fot med alle i familien.
Jeg har bare gode minner om Paul.
Paul hadde, som meg, et godt forhold til Lloyd, hands eldste onkel. Det var etter det jeg forsto, Lloyd som fikk Paul på tanken om å gjøre en lengre reisestudie i Kina og oppleve landet, folket og kulturen der.
Paul snakket mye om Kina-turen sin da jeg traff ham på slektstreffet i Irma i 2008. Han ga meg en reisevideo som han hadde laget fra Kina-reisen sin, som jeg tror han gjennomførte i 2008.
Slekta vår betyr mye for meg og min familie. Jeg er svært glad for at jeg kom inn i slektstreffene fra 2008, så jeg rakk å bli kjent med de eldste før de gikk bort. Jeg er veldig stolt av vår store familie.
Min stolthet for familien omfatter også Paul. Han var en vis og flink mann. En kjær slektning jeg gjerne skulle blitt bedre kjent med.
På vegne av meg og min familie – Hanne, Gøril, Tove og Mona – takker jeg for at jeg fikk oppleve det gode mennesket Paul.
Vår kondolanse går til Pauls mamma Evelyn og hans søstre Janice, Celeste, Patrice and Angela, samt resten av Pauls og vår felles store familie.
Vennlig hilsen
Svein Helge
PS: Picture of Paul Frauenfeld from reunion at Erickson farm in 2008.
Svein Helge Falstad
August 22, 2024