Frank Thompson

Frank Wayne Thompson

Monday, January 16th, 1956 - Saturday, June 27th, 2020
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Frank Wayne Thompson

Frank Wayne Thompson, age 64, of Lakewood, Colorado, passed away on June 27, 2020.

Frank was born in Denver, Colorado to Allen and Doris (Andreski) Thompson. He graduated from Jefferson High School in 1974. On March 3, 1979, he married Jill Ann Doyle. He was a HVAC professional for over 40 years, working the last 22 years of his career, as a dedicated technician for the State of Colorado at Auraria Higher Education Center.

Frank was an enthusiastic outdoorsman, birdwatcher, golfer and musician. One of his passions for decades was playing Old-Time Appalachian string band music with his friends. His mandolin playing was the driving rhythmic force behind two high energy, entertaining bands called the Mystic Chickens and the Virginia Dale Polecats. He also played guitar, banjo, ukulele and piano. His joy when playing music with others was infectious and forged many lifelong friendships. He was known for his sense of humor, his laughter, and his kind and generous spirit. He will be missed by all of those who loved him and the many lives he touched.

Frank was preceded in death by his father, Allen. He is survived by his wife Jill, his mother Doris, his brothers, Paul, Michael, Robert, and Mark, his sister Patricia Klocker and several nieces and nephews. A celebration of life will be planned at a future date. In lieu of flowers, please make a donation to your favorite charity or to the Sierra Club Foundation.
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David Mehan

Posted at 05:00pm
I met Frank at Swallow Hill Music in the late 1980s and we started pick'n (I played banjo), and then formed the "Bluegrassholes" band with John, Randy, and Leona. This was before Frank got into old timey music! We played on my front porch or house every week for years, and really had a blast. We also played in Frank's shed on occasion.

Frank would also join us for our feeble attempts at pheasant hunting in eastern Colorado. We would all bring our instruments and take over some bar in a small town. One time, some railroad boys egged us on all night long at a bar in Akron. I think we all got a couple of hours of sleep that night!

Frank was a tremedous guy. Aside from being a stellar musician, he was funny, witty and a really good person. It is very sad that he left us way too early. Frank will always be a part of me.

My condolences to Jill and Frank's family.

Dave Mehan
Durango, CO


Roy Laird

Posted at 04:44pm
A good and kind man. Solid. A musician who brought delight and was a joy to play with. A man so fortunate to have such a loving wife. His smile, his wry humor will linger always.

Alan Miller

Posted at 01:35pm
The World According to Frank - We could all write that book and each would be different, yet equally entertaining and memorable it its own way.
Frank’s Place - I promise you, that story would be way better than the TV show of the same name. He had a unique take on everything. Better yet, he’d tell you if you were listening.
The Pale Ales of Spring - I’ll never forget sitting in a festival chair, receiving an elbow to the ribs and a nod in the direction of a pair of impossibly white legs passing by in the season’s first cut-offs. “Now those are some Pale Ales! There oughta be a law . . .” I’ll drink to that, pardner!
Frank’s Garden - Peas planted by St. Patrick’s Day. Most years he made it. I’ll remember Frank and try to keep the Thompson tradition in my own garden from now on. I once asked him why he planted Cherry tomatoes - thinking their size alone made them unworthy. “Well, when they’re ripe you can pop them into your mouth right there in the garden.” And then - in his low, slow whisper, he says, ”And they’re so good!” I hear you, brother, I hear you.
Frank knew things, and Frank could do things . . . I remember one year after Christmas he told me he had a new way of sharpening a knife. The next week I brought him an old butcher knife I’d found, and I asked him if he could put a new edge on it. “Well, the steel looks good.” The following week he returned it, saying, “Careful, you could cut yourself! But you can shave with that now!” And then that deep-down laugh that was all Frank. And I could, but I haven’t done either one.
Frank made everyone he played music with sound better. What a gift. I have so many memories of music festivals and campouts - many with Frank, a bottle of Crown Royal and a couple of old mandolins - the moon out and the campfire low.

Crown Royal and The Purple Flannel Bag
“The liquor’s all gone-
And there’s nothing in the bag-
Except my hand-
And I polish my guitar with purple flannel-
To keep alive all the memories.”
Wavelength – Frank’s was always the best. Thanks for sharing it with all of us, amigo. Alan

Robert Thompson

Posted at 06:45pm
My eldest brother, how we will miss you. Your wit, good humor, advise and wisdom were always sought during my biggest life decisions. Your laugh was pure and uninhibited, always contagious, with a little deviousness in the background. Thank you for everything. I am glad that you now have your music back and look forward to your guidance from above. Love you and you will be forever in my heart.
Your brother , Bob.

Jeff Jaros

Posted at 12:41pm
Frank-o, We are all going to miss you so much. Just a few of my fond memories of you.... Staying up late into the night by yourself, sitting by the campfire, "I'm just guarding the fire... I used to be a Boy Scout, you know", is what you'd say, along with other deep-voiced nuggets of universal wisdom that only made sense past 2 in the morning.
I cherished our shared love of old Gibson mandolins and any other old, musty smelling instrument.
You were the inventor of such great phrases as: "That banjo sure has some real good puck-pucka" and "What would Norman do (WWND)" and "I think it's time to go get the purple bag".
You were always the best dressed Polecat...except for my wife.
All your friends know what a great sense of humor you had but the funniest thing would be when you would crack yourself up. Just that would start all of us laughing even though we might not know what we were laughing at!
We've played thousands of tunes together and I will just have to wait to play some more with you in a better place than this.
We love you and we will miss you. Yer buddy, Jeff

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