Frank S. Vincent

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Frank S. Vincent was a cowboy if there ever was one. Born in Spanish Fork, Utah in 1937 to William Standley and Myrtle Vincent, he would grow up on the back of a horse. Legend has it, he learned how to ride a horse before he learned how to walk. He told many stories to anyone who would listen about his adventures with his own dad herding cattle up and down the mountains and canyons they loved so much. His favorite story was about the morning he rode up the curve in the trail and his horse ran into a mountain lion scaring the daylight out of all three of them, but what made the story even more amazing is that the same thing happened in the same place that evening as they rode down. Legend has it, that mountain lion never used that same trail again.

Frank met Arline Hall on New Years Eve at Premium Oil Gas Station, the local hangout spot at the time. We don’t know if he filled up his gas tank that day, but we do know he left with his heart full. In 1955 they were married in Southern California where he began working in the corrugated box industry. Over time he would become one of only a handful of people in the world with the intelligence, knowledge and skill to fix certain machines. This talent would take him all across the United States and even to many foreign countries.

When Frank was home he enjoyed being a father of four. As a dad he loved to coach, referee and umpire his children as well as the kids and adults in the community. As his grandchildren began to play sports he became their biggest and loudest fan almost never missing a game. There was one game however that he thought was dumbest of them all and it involved hitting a little white ball with a stick into a tiny hole. This dumb game called golf eventually consumed him. He began to play as much as he could. His wife didn’t understand his obsession. She hated it. At least until the day she finally gave in to join him. Then over time she would become good enough to beat him and then once he finally accepted his multiple defeats they lived happily ever after.

Frank was many things during his life and he will continue to be many things to many people. Two things he will surely be is loved and missed. We will all miss walking into his office finding him sitting in his chair watching rodeos on television. Even when he left his beloved mountains the cowboy never left him. Without a doubt the lessons he learned as a boy made him into the man he became for his family. Strong, fearless and true. A cowboy forever!

Frank is Survived by his wife Arline. His children Michelle (Ruben), Patricia (Joe), Paul (Sherilyn) and Scott (Penney). His fourteen grandchildren and twenty three great grandchildren.

Special thanks and acknowledgement would like to be given to Jennifer, Chandra and Britany of Bristol Hospice.

Viewing Saturday April 2, 2022 9:30 to 10:30 a.m. The location is at Wheeler Mortuary, in Mapleton Utah. Graveside dedication will follow afterwards at 11:00 a.m. in the Springville Evergreen Cemetery

Wheeler Mortuary
Wheeler Mortuary
Wheeler Mortuary has been family owned and operated for over 127 years and by five generations. Upon the death of Walter Wheeler in 1921, Walter’s son, Alma Young “A.Y.”, took over the business and rented the mortuary’s first facility. In 1923, Wheeler Mortuary was built at 355 East 100 North in Springville. It wasn’t until 1940, that the mortuary moved to its current location at 211 East 200 South in Springville.
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