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I was lucky to see Frank Sinatra with my dad in the early 80's at Muncipal Auditorium, Kansas City, MO. I kept the ticket stubs but don't know where they are... probably buried in my garage. I think it was in October possibly the 10th not sure but if anyone reading this was there, I was the 2nd person to hand him a rose, the first lady he gave her his handkerchief. I was the girl who handed him a long stem yellow rose from the side of the stage!!He commented to the audience that if he knew this he would have brought a box of kleenexs. After he left I did get the wine glass he toasted to the crowd with after he left the stage. Like someone said earlier nothing on stage but a stool and Frank oh yeah the wine glass.
There were lots of camera's flashing someone in KC has to have a photo of me handing him that yellow rose if so I would love to have a copy...Thanks I wanted to share my story

because Tom Jobim and Frank Sinatra made such a wonderful duo, I just wanted to remeber that tody it's the 14th Anniversary of the death of Tom Jobim.

Check my memorial post to Tom Jobim
http://www.absolutbossanova.info/

Having been a Sinatra fan for many years, a fantastic moment in my life was seeung him LIVE at a midnight charity show at the Odeon Cinema in Londons Leicester Square in(I think) 1962. We (my girlfriend & I,& 2 friends) sat in the third row from the front. Nearby were Peter Sellers(who introduced the show)Anthony Quinn,Des O'conner & many more glitterati.Wonderful atmosphere.After the interval the curtain opened & Sinatra was sitting there on a stool, with no introduction,&just a trio or quartet of musicians,(Bill Miller,I think)to back him. Then followed an hour and a half(maybe 2)of sheer bliss. He was at the height of his career and on top of his form.An evening etched in my memory for ever.

Hi
The first time I saw Frank live in London at the Royal Albert hall was fantastic.
I was watching to see what all the fuss was about and analysed to complete performance.
Once he had overcome his initial nervous start...the music was great anyway...he knew that he had got us all hooked and really turned it on.
Talk about a magic performance!
Pure musical power you could call it.
I was 10 feet from him after the show and was too shy in those days to say hello.
Not any more am i like that.
Best wishes,
RIP Frank,
Barry.
xxx

I had the privelege to see Frank Sinatra in concert three times in the mid 70's.

Even though at each event, there were throngs of people, i trully felt he was sing for and to me.

That was his incredible talent. As one MSG Concert
ended and he raised his hand to wave to acknowledge the applauding audience, I instinctively waved back for I was convinced he was waving at me and singing for me!

Without question, Frank Sinatra was the greatest interpretive musician in american history. His legacy will live on as long as people's love of music and its effect on human emotion exist.

Visit any city bar or a restaurant full of young people tonight,and at some point as night meets the day you will hear the voice of Sinatra singing
for the lonely!

Very nice site!

Growing up in Finland I was listening to Frank Sinatra.They are fond memories and visiting Palm Springs recently,it felt special to be in the town that he loved.It was also nice to see Frank Juniors star on the sidewalk.God bless the Sinatra family.

As time moves by fast, I was in a record store on Haight Street in San Francisco, and looked at all the Frank Sinatra records they had. Since I grew up listening to Led Zeppelin, Rolling Stones,and Beatles, at 54 now I now appreciate his music, and style that seems to last for ever. Although I never saw him in person, I came across a few great boot leg concents, Sinatra in Westhester 4-1-1976, Frank at Radio City 10-20-78, and Frank Sinatra at the Masonic Auditorium in San Francisco 6-19-81, and now understand him better. acenet1@mindspring.com

My father wrote this 10 years ago. I tried unsuccessfully to post it online hoping that Mr. Sinatra and his family would see it. 2 weeks later Frank died and I was heartbroken ~ over his passing and the fact that I failed to get my dad's thoughts out there. I grew up listening to Frank because that's what dad played and still does. So thanks for the chance to try again.

Once upon a time not so long ago I discovered the two most beautiful names I ever heard ~ Frank Sinatra ~ While I was in my middle teens, I would often hear people and friends talk about that new singer Sinatra and how great his voice was. I had never heard you sing, until one Saturday night I turned the radio on to listen to the Lucky Strike Hit Parade. The first song I ever heard you sing was "Poinciana." I'll try to explain how I felt. I was happy, peaceful, excited, and in love all at the same time. I felt like I wanted to go out and kiss the first girl that I saw. From that moment you have always been my hero. My brothers and I bought all your 78's that we could afford. It was then that I started my collection of your songs. I have a large amount of your 45's, 33's, 8-tracks, and cassettes. Just last week I bought one of your early LP's "Frankie." It took me quite awhile to find it. All through the years that followed, my family and friends would on my birthday and Christmas make sure I had the latest music, books and concert tickets. One of my best days was on April 20, 1993. The night when you appeared at the Rochester War Memorial. I arrived early in order to position myself to snap some photos. I wasn't having any luck until I saw a Rochester Police Officer on security detail. I am a retired Rochester Police Officer so he allowed me to stand near the rear entrance where you would enter. As you exited your limo with your security, I snapped 8 photos that turned out beautiful. When you were right in front of me I put out my hand and you shook it. You said, "Who are you?" I was so excited I could not speak. Then two of your security people told me, "no photos" and I was escorted to the exit gate. Sadly, later on I found out that the security officer who did me the favor was reprimanded. I then met my brother and family inside and enjoyed the greatest concert I have ever seen. When you were introduced, I'm sure you received the greatest standing ovation of your life. After the show, no one wanted to leave, we all wanted more. A girl and her friend came toward me and happily cried, "He threw me his handkerchief." I was so happy for her I kissed her on the cheek. I then told her, "I shook hands with Sinatra." She asked, "which one?" I raised my right hand and she kissed it. My wife and I saw you at the Niagara Falls Convention Center and it too was great. On April 16, 1994 my son and son-in-law took me to Syracuse for your concert and on the way we saw your limo but couldn't catch up to you. I'm just starting now at this late time to put together photos, newspaper stories and clippings in your regard. I'm still trying to figure out why I didn't start years ago. Although my house was always filled with Sinatra music I never thought my kids were very interested. One day I came home from work and I passed my son's room and hear music. I opened the door and there he was standing by the HI-FI ~ completely mesmerized listening to Capital LP Sinatra Sings of Love and Things. It's really hard to put into words all the joy and happiness your music has given me and my family through the years. While it's true many people love you, remember that no one loves you and your family more than I do. At night when I pray to our lord, I ask that he keep you and your family safe, healthy and happy. I forgot to mention that besides being the world's best singer you are also a great human being. I often hear about the good and generous deeds that you performed for some of the servicemen during World War Two. It's too bad more people don't know all the unselfish acts you performed. If they did you would be everyone's hero, not just mine. When you love someone like you love every member of your family don't you want to do something for them? We all do. Well that' the way I feel about you and your family. I you read this letter, tell me what I can do for you. Isn't there something I can do to show how much you mean to me?

After all these years I finally got to post this letter for my dad. His 80th birthday is August 5th and the best present he could ever receive is to know that Frank's family saw his letter.
Hope his dream comes true and if it's not meant to be I know it makes him happy to share his love of Frank with all of you. Many thanks!

Our house was filled with the music of Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack while we were growing up. My mother, passed her love of "ol blue eyes" as she referred to him, on not only to her children but to her grandchildren.

Mom passed away six months ago and as she lived here in Texas with us and was buried in New Jersey we had two services. At both, we had a selection of Frank Sinatra songs playing. To the surprise of many Texans it was quite different from most memorial services.

When I spoke about my Mom, I told eveyone this story that I will never forget and would like to share it as she told me.

Mom: When Frank was playing at the Paramount in New York City. I was in high school in Plainfield, New Jersey and my girlfriends and I cut school and took the train into the City to see him. When we got back home, your grandfather was waiting for us at the station. And, I would ask her, Mom, was it worth the punishment? And, she would always say, you bet it was!!

To clarify my cousins (Ron) post on 26 May 08, I am making a couple of corrections: my father, Herbert (Herbie) M. Haymer was killed on 11 Apr 49 in an automobile accident which occurred in Santa Monica, CA and caused by a drunk driver, I believe her last name was Coleman?. He was on his way home from a recording session with Ol' Blue Eyes in which they 'cut' The Hucklebuck and It Happens Every Spring. My dad was slated for the next session (6 May 49) in which Frank was recording Let's Take An Old Fashioned Walk and Just One Way To Say I Love You. He was replaced by Babe Russin for those recordings. He was a Tenor Sax, however, played a variety of instruments from Clarinet to the Flute (including Alto and Bass Sax)..

The flowers for the funeral which was held in Forrest Lawn from both Frank and Axel, including all the other great artists he worked with were spectacular. The arrangement from Frank 'shaped' into a Sax was spectaclular. I will be doing a complete BIO on my dad on the website AAJ http://www.allaboutjazz.com/php/musician.php?id=7515

I have Frank's complete library, he was a terrific artist and a very good friend to my parents.

RIP

Sinatra s music affects me immensely.Especilly his Greatest love songs.Always enjoy listening to them.He felt the soul of music.Let his site keep going.Much obliged to you. From Russia with love.

When Frank appeared in Akron, Ohio very early in his career, he sang "This Love of Mine" and I bought his record the next day. Whenever his songs are remembered today, I never hear that one mentioned. Oh, I think i paid $1.10 to see the show and $1.10 for the record.

Growing up my father would tell me stories how he would cut school and go see Frank at the Paramount. As I grew up the only music you heard on a Saturday night when our family would get together was Frank Sinatra. The younger kids would play games while the grown ups would play cards , eat cheese and other snacks. As I grew up I started to go with my Father to Sinatra myself. Once at Las Vegas, once in New Jersey (Garden Art Center) and once in Westchester. My father is no longer with me and when my cousins come over the house, they all say "Lets play some Sinatra for Uncle Tony.
Now my own children has grown to enjoy him as much as I did . Franks music today still brings back memories of our family gatherings and the love we had for each other.

frank sinatra was a man like no other,... a consumate artist who set a style..... I was very fortunate to have knowen him..
his friend the late Pat Henery took me to his house in beverly hills and " guess what" he answered the door.. along with his chinese butler what a thrill " he was just devorced from Mia Farrow and he bought back the house he owned with ava gardner he had food sent up from Stephninos : resteraunt and we ate and watched television he was a complete gentleman and host

the next day I was invited to warner brothers to hear him reherse with Harry James he also gave me every record he made with 'reprise' while I was there (he owned the lable at that time)

a few weeks later when he was performing at Ceasars Place,... jilly Rizzo his close friend
sat my friend and I at franks table down front I sat with the likes of marilyn Maxwell and Duke Ellington afterwards we would go to his suite and people like "rocky granzano" where there
and then they would start throwing the "cherry bombs' for a laugh....
one evening up in vegas after a show frank came to sit with me he was signing autographs for some airline people when' Paul Anka " came and joined us (he paul ) was appearing up the strip so there I sat with these two great entertainers while people looked on I thought well this is my fifteen minutes of fame ha ha ...
another time in vegas
while talking too frank I mentioned I drove up
and was leaving after the show and he said carol there is a bad sand storm take my room I am going too the bahamas tonite he found out that I was Italian too and said anything for an Italian girl ha ha
I saw him many times the next three years so I was indeed fortunate I remember at Jilly Rizzos funeral he was so sad... his friend is buried next too him in Palm springs its says "he was the best" I belive.. and franks says "the best is yet too come "and I am sure heaven will never be the same carol mossuto june 21 2008

June 21 2008

In 1939 I double-dated an Eastman School of Music student. She came bouncing out of the dorm exclaiming, “Just heard the greatest singer on the radio, singing with Harry James, named Frank Sinatra. Buy it tomorrow.” I did. The label read: “The Harry James Orchestra, vocalist Frank Sinatra.” What a fabulous voice!
Forty-five years later I still had the old 1939 record and gave it to a friend who claimed he could get Mr Sinatra, who was booked at the Fontainebleau in Miami Beach, to autograph it. My note accompanied the record.
Several months passed and I received a call from Sinatra Enterprises in California. “Your record arrived in a hundred pieces. What should we do with it?”
“Return it, please.” I replied.
“We’ll send you an autograph photograph of Mr Sinatra.”
“Not interested,” I said, jokingly, “Just send the broken up record to me.” It arrived about two months later. I glued it together with Crazy Glue and framed it because I was proud to be one of the first to recognize this nonpareil voice. Another month went by and I received an autographed photograph that read, “For Al Schauseil – with my very Best Wishes, Frank Sinatra. ’84.” I was overjoyed to have it.
Fans will know that approximately 7000 of the 1939 records sold. It was reissued in the fifties and was a hit. The new label read, “Frank Sinatra with the Harry James orchestra.”

Al Schauseil

Congratulations on your coverage of the tenth anniversary of the passing of incomparable entertainer Frank Sinatra. I had the pleasure of knowing "The Voice" over a 25 year span. The first time was when he arrived in Reno for his first nightclub appearnce in the state of Nevada in August of 1951. He landed in Reno and promptly smashed the camera of an Associated Press reporter. Later the next day my partner and I inveigled the Riverside Hotel in Reno, where he was appearing, to let us photograph Frank betwen shows. When we approached him he was sitting beside a gorgeous brunette and asked, rather meekly, "Do you mind if Ava is in the picture, too?" We said of course not, because it meant we could peddle the shot for twice as much money.

In 1960 Frank was appearing at the Cal Neva Lodge in Lake Tahoe. He called down to invite the principals in the movie "The Misfits" to be his guests at a Saturday night performance. Marilyn Monroe, Montgomery Clift, Eli Wallach, John Huston and Arthur Miller readily accepted. Clark Gable said he would attend but only if the entire cast and crew were invited. Frank ended up picking up the tab for some 120 persons I escorted to the lake by limo and bus.

A few years later we were fortunate to be Frank's guests at ringside when he and the rest of the "Rat Pack" opened the new showroom at the Cal-Neva, which was then owned by Frank. Following a two-hour magificent show Frank joined us and asked very sincerely, "Was I okay?"

On another occasion, In December of 1963 I had the task of keeping Frank company while he stayed at the Mapes Hotel in Reno, awaiting a call from the kidnapers of his son. When the call finally came we had to smuggle Frank past the horde of newsmen, out the back door of the hotel. One reporter had stationed himself outside the back door and after the FBI agent in charge and I had unceremoniously tossed Frank into a potato bin adjacent to the hallway, I had to go and convince the reporter that the singer was going out the front door of the hotel. Dusting Frank off we dispatched him to the airport and he made his way to L.A. to pay the ransom money.

Over the ensuing years he was always a gracious host whenever he had an opening night in Las Vegas. A one of a kind gentleman and absolutely the greatest entertainer of the 20th Century.

I can recall hearing "Frankie" songs at a early age. My family always had him playing in our house.

Just one song, and I was hooked. There is just nobody better and there never will be. Everytime I listen to him, it's like I am transported into another time. A simpler time. I get to thinking while I listen about past times.

It can be relaxing or exciting, whatever you want just listen to Frank.

I miss Frank, nobody else on earth like him.

My earliest memories of Frank came when I was a high school senior in 1984. I heard his music at a friend's house, and the rest was history. I saw him live 18 times between 1988-93/94. I once saw him 5 nights in a row. The thing that got me w/him was his ability to put over a song. He made you feel that you were right there with him. You feel his emotions/heartbreak/sadness/joy. Frank's music will outlive us all, he will be forever remembered and celebrated. I saw him obviously at the tail end of his career, but there were some nights when he on "on" and others when he wasn't. My biggest thrill was seeing him Vegas. The room went black, and a voice said, "Ladies and gentlemen, Frank Sinatra". But there was no sign of him. Then a spotlight started scanning the orchestra pit, and there he was. It was electric.

Like those of Renee Ashley Baker (May 3), my memories of Frank Sinatra are from the ages of 5,6,7 years of age. Even then, I thought his voice sounded funny, as if he was singing with his nose stuffed up. Many years later, after I had a better appreciation of music and some experience in singing and directing a choir, and I had heard about his famous "elegant phrasing", I realized that his phrasing seemed to be related to his inability to hit the higher notes without stopping to take a breath. This, I assumed, was in turn related to his smoking habit, and was passed off as elegant phrasing. I am probably in a minority here, but I believe that Frank's fame as a singer is related more to a certain popular mystique planted by his promoters and nurtured by popular opinion than to his genuine quality and talents as a singer. In other words, he must be good if everyone (except me) says he is. Personally, I find his renditions annoying.

Mine is more of a memory not of a song, though I enjoy listening to Mr. Sinatra's music.
In the 60's and 70's my Great Uncle, Peter J. Pitchess, was THE Sheriff of Los Angeles County. Not a Deputy Sheriff, but the Sheriff. As such, he met and befriended many celebrities. One was Mr. Sinatra.

I was young and living with my family in New Jersey, occasionaly we would fly "out" to California to visit relatives. I recall sleeping overnight at my Aunt and Uncle's home, in one of their guest bedrooms. At the time they lived in Pasadena, CA. On the dresser there was a bust of my Aunt Athena (we are Greek and you can't get much more Greek than with the name Athena...!).

So I read the inscription on the base of this piece of sculpture and much to my surprise AND delight it read, "To the Greek Goddess Athena from Frank and Barbara Sinatra." I'm sure that isn't an exact reading of the inscription, however, I do recall most of this is what I read and perhaps there was more...I do not remember.

I was really impressed by this. I mean, here was this kid from Jersey and to think that my Uncle "Pitch" (short for Pitchess) was a friend of Frank Sinatra's. Very Cool!

As it turns out, I have a poster of a movie "still" with the Rat Pack and my Uncle is in the group photo. It was taken on the set of "Sargaent's Three" (I believe?)

There are other memories and pieces of memorabilia that I possess both tangibly and intangibly, however, I really enjoy the story of that "bust" of my Aunt Athena.

sometime in the 1940's during WWII there was this contest as to who was america's most favorite singer, sinatra or bing crosby.

i was a huge sinatra fan and wanted to see him win this contest so badly that i wrote to my brother Michael who was currently serving in the navy to see if he could get all of his buddies to sign the paper for frank over bing.

i waited and waited for my brother's response and when i finally received it, my brother wrote back kindly reminding me that he and his friends were all too busy fighting a war.

i was real upset with him at first but i loved him and forgave him - and it turns out frank won the contest anyway w/out my brother's help!!

a fan forever,

susan beresky drzal
fairfield, CT

Sinatra Was A Gentleman.

My wife and I and other utility executives had just finished having dinner with our congressmen back about Feb. 5, 1981 and were in the lounge of the Hotel Madison in DC. Someone whispered that Frank, his wife and another couple were having dinner in an adjacent room. We all went to peek thru the portholes of the swinging doors and sure enough, THERE HE WAS. There were two bodyguards standing inside the swinging doors. We had never seen him perform much less been this close to HIM.
I thru caution to the wind straighten my bowtie and pushed thru the doors. I caught the two men by surprise. I pushed the doors open and went by them and said, "I going to say Hi to my friend Frank".
I stood by him, he looked up at me. I was expecting a nasty, who the hell are you, throw this guy out. Instead he asked if he could help me. I replied, "My wife and I are life long fans and I would like for you to give my wife your autograph". He said "Sure, what's her name". I gave him my business card and he wrote,

HI, ANNIE.
LOVE, FRANK SINATRA.

Our table was abuzz at my gall for having done that. But that opportunity would never come again.