Francis T. (Frank) Papineau (b. 09/28/1931) passed away early Friday morning on the 20th of January, 2017
due to cancer related complications at Salem Hospital in Salem Massachusetts.
He lived in Peabody at Ledgewood Estates. He was 85 years old.
Frank is survived by his children ,daughters Linda Coleman of Norton MA, Joan Voutour of Tilton N.H.,
Karen Gala of Danvers and son Frank and his wife Patricia Papineau of Saugus MA.
He is also survived by his beloved grandchildren, Molly, Andrew, and Elizabeth Coleman,
- Joseph and Jackie Gala, Emily (Gala) Douglas and husband Brian,Tyler Shea and Sarah and David Voutour.
Greate grandchildren Kenny McKenney and Liana Boyer.
Frank was born in Boston on the 28th of September in 1931 in Boston, MA and thus began his life
in the height of the "Great Depression" and grew up in Charlestown in the shadow of the Bunker Hill Monument
Many of his best traits probably had their root in this experience.
Children of the depression were survivors and are characterized by extraordinary determination and
self-reliance as well as a belief in the notion that all hardship could be surmounted through hard work.
It was a personal strength that sometimes showed as stubbornness ( and he could be stubborn - right up to the end)
but it was a strength none the less.
A number of years ago journalist Tom Brokaw coined the term "Greatest Generation" to describe those
who grew up in the depression, fought in WWII and Korea and worked so hard to move the country forward
and regain prosperity and stability. Our father, Frank, was a member of this generation and has passed on
much of his character to those of us he has left behind, for which we are eternally grateful.
Frank, the second youngest of his family spent his childhood in Charlestown with his sister Joanne Papineau and
his older step-brothers Joe, George, Tom, Paul and step-sister Dorothy Ryan.
He never got to know his own father, who passed away when he was 3 yrs old, very well.
This didn't stop Dad from being a good and loving father to us all.
Frank put himself through Malden Catholic High school and not long afterward enlisted in
the U.S. navy. Serving aboard the USS Tarawa, he sailed literally around the world, serving missions in the far
east during the Korean conflict and primarily seeing duty in the Caribbean and Atlantic.
Shortly after the Navy, he met a beautiful young nurse by the name of Mary Kouns.
At one point Frank had to decide whether to re-up and advance in the Navy. Our mothers presence in his
life made that decision easy and they were eventually married in 1956 and honeymooned in Niagra Falls.
The honeymoon did not last too long however as little Frank insisted on showing up 11 months later, soon
to be followed by Joan then Karen then Linda and a bit later on the lost, but never forgotten, Nancy.
Frank had a family to take care of now and he did. Starting out as a clerk at Elm Farms in Dorchester, he
eventually transitioned himself into a union business agent and worked himself steadily up through the organization
becoming a vice president of UFCW Local 1445 at one point, and a chief negotiator for labor relations in the
food and commercial services industry. He was always a fair-minded, passionate yet reasonable advocate for
blue collar workers and commanded great respect from both sides of the bargaining table.
It was mentioned earlier that the honeymoon didn't last long - but in a larger sense it did. Over 59 years until,
after a slow decline and having stood by her in every possible way with an almost superhuman effort, he laid
his beloved Mary to rest in 2015. His heart was permanently broken. He carried on with that toughness mentioned
before and took comfort and pleasure in his grandchildren, children and friends until that insidious bastard, cancer,
took him from us.
Those of us, his loved ones, whom he has left behind, are burdened with the sadness, emptiness and sense of loss from
his passing - but we are grateful for the life he lived, the love he had for us and the example of how to live he set
Frank was an avid golfer and I am grateful for having gotten to spend so many afternoons shanking drives
and enjoying a cold beer with him on the golf course.
I hope that he is teeing one up on the finest Elysian fairway there is, hitting right down the middle - and
he hops in the golf cart and Mom drives down the fairway.