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Grandpa Frank was the kind of grandpa whose life reads like an excerpt from a Norman Rockwell novel (if Norman Rockwell was a novelist). But, he’s the real deal. His life harkens back to a simpler time, a time where grit and character meant everything. He is salt of the earth. Strong and fast and a helluva football legend. Raised good humans. Did amazing charitable deeds for his community, and oh, by the way…he made amazing candy. His sweet tooth lives on.