Frank loved people. He especially loved having people eat at our table. I have fed people from all walks of life and many different countries. If you were to visit at our house at meal time he would be very hurt if you didn’t eat with us. When he worked at Chaffee he rode with the late Ernest Chastain along with the late Jim Woody and Hubert Curry. Every day when they let him out after work he would say, “Get out and come in. I know Dru will have supper ready and I know she will have plenty.” This was an on going thing so I was told. One year on his birthday I called the men and told them the next day when he said that to get out and come in as I was going to surprise him with a birthday supper. I, also asked some of his other friends. When he asked the men to get out and come in and eat, they started getting out of the car. I was watching out the window when they drove up. The look on Frank’s face was worth a million dollars.


Frank also loved to decorate for Christmas. He covered everything he could string a light on. I told him living behind the Court House no one could see them and his answer was, “WE can.” Our house was so lighted up I was afraid a plane might mistake us for the airport. He, also, loved to Christmas shop and even liked to shop after Christmas. He really liked after Christmas sales especially at OTASCO. I think I have an eighteen wheeler OTASCO truck in my attic. He loved sales all year and we used to laugh at him because when he found something on sale he never bought just one, it was always at least two. I sure was glad he never found pianos on sale!


His favorite thing to buy seemed to be shoes—children’s shoes. Every time he found shoes on sale he would come in with shoes. I would say, “We don’t have anyone who can wear those.” His reply, “Someone can.” He always seemed to find some child who could.


Frank’s greatest love was his church, the Methodist church where he was a usher. I think he and the late Guy Hocott were the last of the old time ushers. They would greet you at the door and walk with you to your seat. They both had a big smile on their face as they took up the offering. Being an usher was something he could still do after his heart attack.


I was told by family members that Frank was very shy when he was little. When the Hughart kids, of which there were eight, were little they were not allowed to ask for anything when they were away from home. Not even something to eat at their grandparents. The late Aunt Ellen Gorham told me about a time when Frank was at her house. She had boiled several eggs. He kept looking at them finally saying, “I’ll take one if you give it to me but I won’t ask you for it.” I think maybe that is why he always offered food when someone visited. He was a good cook himself. I don’t know where he learned it. He could make the best meatloaf I ever ate. I loved the way he cut up a salad. He cut every thing up fine. For several years on the day I took Connie for music lessons after school Frank would come home from work and fix supper for us. Meatloaf, mashed potatoes and salad. How good it tasted. I haven’t had a good meatloaf since he has been gone. His grandchildren thought he could fry chicken better than anyone else. His motto—-cook everything slow. Like I said Life with Frank was an interesting life despite chickens, ducks, pigs, bees, high water, fishing, hunting and learning not to be standing still when he was putting up Christmas lights. You might light up after dark. It was not forty-four years of fun and roses but I will say it was interesting. I never dreamed I would learn to fish and hunt. It was a far cry from what I expected my life to be but no regrets.