Nephew, Joe Galloway: Absolutely the best memory the JR Galloway family had of Frank was the infamous “speeding stop.”

Nephew, Joe Galloway:

Absolutely the best memory the JR Galloway family had of Frank was the infamous “speeding stop.” It must have been 1966 - we were moving from Glasgow, MT to Kansas City, Missouri and still had a camper that Willie Jo and JR had bought in California. On our way to Kansas City, we of course needed to visit family in Texas- first stop was Frank, Edith, and kids in Dallas. I remember giving one of the kids a ride on a bike and Aunt Edith making us a wonderful breakfast.

We then said our goodbyes and loaded up - next stop Omaha!

Somewhere in Dallas soon after we left, mom told dad to slow down, he was speeding. The next thing we know, sirens and flashing lights indicated that Dad was getting pulled over by a policeman. He told Mom he hadn’t been speeding as he got out to see what was going on. Looking back, I couldn’t recognize the police officer, but Mom thought it was Frank.  We all found out together when they hugged —wonder what the passing motorists thought seeing this police officer hugging some guy he had pulled over!!!

My own best memories of Frank were over the last 10 years. Every morning of each visit to Frank and Norma’s since forever the horses would need to be fed.  He and I often got that opportunity for “boy time” as Norma would be cleaning up after breakfast.  When weather allowed, we would make the trek on foot.  We often took a circuitous route (sometimes through the woods) as he showed me around Eagle Landing and we  took that time to just talk about whatever was on our minds. Family was always discussed, catching up on how everybody was doing and what they were doing with their lives.    Often the topic was based on our common interest of flying, weather, and experiences aviation has given us.  Often stories provided by James Randall were thrown in and provided a common ground the three of us shared.   Like the time JR did a roll in the business jet he flew in Viet Nam with a full cup of coffee in his hand not spilling a drop, or the time Frank was flown into a thunderstorm by ATC (Air Traffic Control) on his way back from West Texas.  I shared my experiences of an instrument failure while flying in the clouds or flying Jenna home from an out of state soccer tournament. He was also very proud of the experience shared with JR when they took their grandparents on a flight around Concord.