Frank Lewis Nelson

Frank (Frankie) L. Nelson, 78, passed away at his residence in White City, Kansas on October 25, 2021. Frank was born in White City on February 24, 1943. He was the son of Frank Homer and Velma (Macy) Nelson. Frank attended White City Elementary School and White City Junior High School but did not graduate, opting instead to continue his lifelong learning journey, working alongside his mother at the local library. He would remain at the library, eventually becoming the librarian, until his retirement after 50 years of service. Frank was not married and did not have children, but his quick smile and quiet but friendly demeanor, coupled with the knowledgeable and dedicated manner in which he headed the library, made him a man that was known by many and respected by all.
In addition, his 50 years of service as the Librarian of the White City Public Library, Frank was also involved with multiple other organizations. Frank was a volunteer firefighter for 15 years with the White City Fire Department and had 41 years of dedicated service for the National Weather Service as the local Cooperative Weather Observer, a post which he held until he passed. He was also a member of the cemetery board and served as Sexton for the White City Cemetery until 2018 when he retired. These were just the official titles Frankie held in and around the community, but the list of contributions to his hometown is immeasurable and he will be greatly missed.
Frank was preceded in death by his parents, Homer and Velma and one sister, Lillus Nelson.
Survivors include one sister, Dora Ghodooshim and her husband, Morad; a nephew, Aaron Ghodooshim; a niece, September Sloane; and a grand-niece, Rachel Sparks - all of Ohio.
A private graveside service was previously held at his final resting place in the White City Cemetery. Memorial contributions may be made to the White City Public Library.
"All mankind is of one author, and is one volume; when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again for that library where every book shall lie open to one another". - John Donne - Meditation XVII: No man is an island...