Obituary of James "Frank" Carter

April 20, 1940 - October 30, 2017

James "Frank" Carter. Age 77 of Brownstown

Beloved husband of Jeanette Carter. Loving father of Robert Carter, Joseph Carter, James Carter, and Bridgette (David) Denson. Dearest grandfather of Mike, Jeff, Rhonda, Matthew, Ricky, Ryan, David, Nicole, Jimmy, Renee, Niki, and Kerri. 28 great grandchildren and 3 great great grandchildren. Dear brother of Phillip (Peggy) Carter, Phyllis (the late Jim) Rollins, and Dremma Gayle (the late Dave) Kelley. Preceded in death by brothers Jackie D. Carter and Richard Carter.

FAMILY TRIBUTE 

James (Frank) Carter, known as Dad, Papa, G-Pa, Grandpa, had a heart of gold. One thing I will remember is how intimidated I was as a kid. He was a tall, strong man, yet so kind and caring, from fishing, tubing, teaching, welding, late night pick ups, to discussing issues of life. He was always there for anyone. He could put a smile on your face with a joke, or just a little surprise. He always had a shoulder to cry on, ears to listen, a hand to hold, and wisdom to share.

For Christmas one year when I was a little girl I was crying in my room. Dad came in to see what was wrong. I was crying in my room. Dad came in to see what was wrong. I told him Santa couldn’t come down the chimney because he had a fire in the fireplace. Needless to say, Dad had to put out the perfect fire for Santa.

He was a maintenance welder for McLouth Steel for more than 40 years. He was also a welding teacher. He loved his job, and loved to teach welding. After McLouth closed, Dad worked for Stokers in Monroe for a few years before he retired about 15 years ago. Since then, Mom and Dad enjoyed their winter years in Florida, enjoying the beach, family and flea markets. Dad was a proud man that served in the Army. He operated the tank and his division was called “Hell on Wheels.”

Grandpa always asked how my day at work or school was. I always told him how my day was going. Then we would talk about when he was a young boy or what he did at work. He was always concerned about everyone else, and made sure us grandkids had something to eat. He had a special sandwich he would make for lunch. No one could ever make it the same. He got me my first Christmas flower. When I had my first son, I wasn’t allowed to eat, and brought me Wendy’s and his grandson his first frosty. He waited until the nurse left and then told me to eat. Then tried to feed Matthew his frosty. Ever since that day, he always got him a frosty.

Grandpa never did explain what pee factory he worked at…only said “I worked at a pee factory, but never took a pee.” He would give hints. He said, “Why do they call it ‘taking a pee when you leave one?’” Grandpa asked me when I was 5 or 6 if he was pretty. I told him “well maybe just a little.” Yes Grandpa, I think you’re pretty. Pretty Handsome.