Frank Herbert Dolling

I was bridesmaid to Margaret and Frank when they married in Paisley in 1968. We shared the experiences of newly married life ; home-making, entertaining with limited skills in cooking, pregnancies and child rearing, with many laughs and a few tears. We missed them when career moves necessitated a move south and eventually led to emigration and relocation in Vancouver firstly, finally settling in Oakville. We holidayed with them in Canada, in California, in France and UK and enjoyed many fun times. Frank had a very distinctive walk - he strode with great purpose and bounce as though he was hill walking in the Campsies . He had a very Scottish sense of humour, quick-witted, well observed, never malicious and so very funny. Like most engineers he was smart, practical and a problem solver. He had a wide general knowledge, was well read and with a lifelong enthusiasm for classical music. With Margaret who shared his passion for music he loved visits to concert halls in Glasgow, London and Toronto and listening at home to music from his wide and varied collection. He changed little over the years; he kept his hair which never lost the strength or colour of his youth and could fit into his wedding suit! He never lost interest in his native country and even as his health declined, he continued his daily online reading of ‘The Herald’. He knew all about Brexit, the rise of Scottish nationalism and the changing face of Glasgow. In truth, I believe, his soul never left Scotland. I hope in his last illness, maybe in the dark nights, he could hear again Kenneth McKellar singing , “My love is like a red, red rose”.
Remembering Frank with love, Sheila and Hugh Millar, Ayr, Scotland.


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