Mr. Frank Allen

I have such warm memories of Frank. Mostly from many rounds of golf. And a beverage and a bite to eat after. Kevin Cheu, Brian McWatters, Frank and myself were frequently a foursome playing many a course over many years. There was much laughter and good con versation. Frank very much set the tone. Frank had an astounding short game. Played with some clubs - definitely his putter - that you'd expect to see in a museum. But Frank made magic with them. He would also break into song while walking along a fairway!! Always a smile on his face. I have a smile on my face thinking about him. The world is lesser without him. But we were all better for knowing Frank. It was a pleasure.

I so sorry to hear about the passing of Frank. But now that he's left us, he's probably playing a better golf course than we ever did and probably sailing a better ship than he ever did. I have fond memories of the many golf rounds we share a few years back as well as the odd pint or two. Frank never seen to "pitch and putt", preferring his own method of "bump and run." He was full of stories and a great companion. One of my favorite "small world" stories is when I moved into a condo some 11 years ago. Frank said he knew a fellow sailor who lived in my building and was "richer than God" with a boat in Toronto and another in the Bahamas. It turns out the guy he was referring to definitely lived in my building. In fact he was the guy I purchased the suite from. Another time we were golfing at Don Valley in brilliant sunshine. By the second hole, the sun disappeared, the rain came out with a vengeance and we huddled under a tree-line for shelter. Already under the trees were the group before us. All of them Brits. Frank immediately started chatting with them and they all agreed it was like "playing golf in the old country." That was Frank: a good man, a good golfer who always spoke highly of his wife, Marg. You'll be missed, Frank, but the memories remain vivid.