Frank is the son of Joseph Thomas Casey and Catherine Ann McElroy. He was born at home in June of 1920. His brother and sisters are Margaret 'Margie', Lorraine born 1918, Eleanor born 1921, Dorothy born 1923 and James born 1930.
Frank never married. He suffered his whole life with Epilepsey. According to the story my mother told me, Frank had an accident at the age of 15 that caused the problems. He was attending De La Salle High School in Minneapolis and wanted to become a priest. He did not achieve that goal. He lived with his parents until his death.
Frank owned a couple of neighborhood markets in Minneapolis during the 1940's. When his parents moved to Brooklyn Center in 1953 Frank bought property on the corner of 57th and Logan and opened Casey's Super Market. The store grew in size over the next 10 years. He was an excellent butcher. I worked as a cashier there during my high school years. I loved that job. Frank had so many 'regulars' that it all seemed like family. His sisters and brother always helped when it was inventory time. Years ago, you had to count each indiviual item in the store, there were no scanners back then. I remember it being a very boring job.
Every summer we had a family picnic. Frank would always bring water melon for dessert.
Despite his challenges, he was a successful business man. In the early 1960's big chain super markets started to appear. Country Club Market opened right next door to him. Over time he could not sell at the same prices the big chains could sell. He eventually had to close the business.
He had a talent for writting poetry. This is my favorite. He wrote this about his sisters. When I found this long after he died, I was amazed at his insight. I did not have to wonder which one he was talking about. It is titled:
My Sisters
I have three sisters that I love to see
Three precious gifts God has given to me
Each one is different, in her own way
In interests or methods, of traveling life's way
One is for humor, exhuberant and glad
Always found joyful, never downcast or sad
An uplifting spirit which brightens the day
By personal visit or conversation that's gay
One is for pleasure often found in books
Or in classical music or in poetry's nook
With always an insight for meaning in depth
In literature or musical treasures she kept
The third is an angel for others to see
Everlastingly in faithful service to me
So like our mother in manner and mind
A life spent in thoughtfulness, helpful and kind
Uncle Frank is what I lovingly called him.
Frank never married. He suffered his whole life with Epilepsey. According to the story my mother told me, Frank had an accident at the age of 15 that caused the problems. He was attending De La Salle High School in Minneapolis and wanted to become a priest. He did not achieve that goal. He lived with his parents until his death.
Frank owned a couple of neighborhood markets in Minneapolis during the 1940's. When his parents moved to Brooklyn Center in 1953 Frank bought property on the corner of 57th and Logan and opened Casey's Super Market. The store grew in size over the next 10 years. He was an excellent butcher. I worked as a cashier there during my high school years. I loved that job. Frank had so many 'regulars' that it all seemed like family. His sisters and brother always helped when it was inventory time. Years ago, you had to count each indiviual item in the store, there were no scanners back then. I remember it being a very boring job.
Every summer we had a family picnic. Frank would always bring water melon for dessert.
Despite his challenges, he was a successful business man. In the early 1960's big chain super markets started to appear. Country Club Market opened right next door to him. Over time he could not sell at the same prices the big chains could sell. He eventually had to close the business.
He had a talent for writting poetry. This is my favorite. He wrote this about his sisters. When I found this long after he died, I was amazed at his insight. I did not have to wonder which one he was talking about. It is titled:
My Sisters
I have three sisters that I love to see
Three precious gifts God has given to me
Each one is different, in her own way
In interests or methods, of traveling life's way
One is for humor, exhuberant and glad
Always found joyful, never downcast or sad
An uplifting spirit which brightens the day
By personal visit or conversation that's gay
One is for pleasure often found in books
Or in classical music or in poetry's nook
With always an insight for meaning in depth
In literature or musical treasures she kept
The third is an angel for others to see
Everlastingly in faithful service to me
So like our mother in manner and mind
A life spent in thoughtfulness, helpful and kind
Uncle Frank is what I lovingly called him.
Frank is the son of Joseph Thomas Casey and Catherine Ann McElroy. He was born at home in June of 1920. His brother and sisters are Margaret 'Margie', Lorraine born 1918, Eleanor born 1921, Dorothy born 1923 and James born 1930.
Frank never married. He suffered his whole life with Epilepsey. According to the story my mother told me, Frank had an accident at the age of 15 that caused the problems. He was attending De La Salle High School in Minneapolis and wanted to become a priest. He did not achieve that goal. He lived with his parents until his death.
Frank owned a couple of neighborhood markets in Minneapolis during the 1940's. When his parents moved to Brooklyn Center in 1953 Frank bought property on the corner of 57th and Logan and opened Casey's Super Market. The store grew in size over the next 10 years. He was an excellent butcher. I worked as a cashier there during my high school years. I loved that job. Frank had so many 'regulars' that it all seemed like family. His sisters and brother always helped when it was inventory time. Years ago, you had to count each indiviual item in the store, there were no scanners back then. I remember it being a very boring job.
Every summer we had a family picnic. Frank would always bring water melon for dessert.
Despite his challenges, he was a successful business man. In the early 1960's big chain super markets started to appear. Country Club Market opened right next door to him. Over time he could not sell at the same prices the big chains could sell. He eventually had to close the business.
He had a talent for writting poetry. This is my favorite. He wrote this about his sisters. When I found this long after he died, I was amazed at his insight. I did not have to wonder which one he was talking about. It is titled:
My Sisters
I have three sisters that I love to see
Three precious gifts God has given to me
Each one is different, in her own way
In interests or methods, of traveling life's way
One is for humor, exhuberant and glad
Always found joyful, never downcast or sad
An uplifting spirit which brightens the day
By personal visit or conversation that's gay
One is for pleasure often found in books
Or in classical music or in poetry's nook
With always an insight for meaning in depth
In literature or musical treasures she kept
The third is an angel for others to see
Everlastingly in faithful service to me
So like our mother in manner and mind
A life spent in thoughtfulness, helpful and kind
Uncle Frank is what I lovingly called him.
Frank never married. He suffered his whole life with Epilepsey. According to the story my mother told me, Frank had an accident at the age of 15 that caused the problems. He was attending De La Salle High School in Minneapolis and wanted to become a priest. He did not achieve that goal. He lived with his parents until his death.
Frank owned a couple of neighborhood markets in Minneapolis during the 1940's. When his parents moved to Brooklyn Center in 1953 Frank bought property on the corner of 57th and Logan and opened Casey's Super Market. The store grew in size over the next 10 years. He was an excellent butcher. I worked as a cashier there during my high school years. I loved that job. Frank had so many 'regulars' that it all seemed like family. His sisters and brother always helped when it was inventory time. Years ago, you had to count each indiviual item in the store, there were no scanners back then. I remember it being a very boring job.
Every summer we had a family picnic. Frank would always bring water melon for dessert.
Despite his challenges, he was a successful business man. In the early 1960's big chain super markets started to appear. Country Club Market opened right next door to him. Over time he could not sell at the same prices the big chains could sell. He eventually had to close the business.
He had a talent for writting poetry. This is my favorite. He wrote this about his sisters. When I found this long after he died, I was amazed at his insight. I did not have to wonder which one he was talking about. It is titled:
My Sisters
I have three sisters that I love to see
Three precious gifts God has given to me
Each one is different, in her own way
In interests or methods, of traveling life's way
One is for humor, exhuberant and glad
Always found joyful, never downcast or sad
An uplifting spirit which brightens the day
By personal visit or conversation that's gay
One is for pleasure often found in books
Or in classical music or in poetry's nook
With always an insight for meaning in depth
In literature or musical treasures she kept
The third is an angel for others to see
Everlastingly in faithful service to me
So like our mother in manner and mind
A life spent in thoughtfulness, helpful and kind
Uncle Frank is what I lovingly called him.
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