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Our Tribute to Frank and Helen Jungas

by Anna Hiebert's Children

These are some of our memories of our cousin Frankie Jungas, who died in July, 2003. To read some of his writings, go to "Stories & Such" and you'll find some delightful stories about when he was young and about his times with Grandpa and Grandma Jungas.


I was at Grandma Jungas's a number of summers and remember Frank as a quiet, pleasant, dark-haired young man always present working in the store. Uncle Al, Uncle John, Uncle Henry, Frank, and Eddie. And Susie. The high point of his life was his visit to the White House (I forget in exactly what capacity). He had that to recall after his stroke. Helen was always a cheerful and busy support to Mom and later to Frank.


Frank was like an older brother to me--advising and guiding me, and taking me with him on various jobs. Above all I remember during my grade school years when we lived with Grandma that we went to the M.B. church on Sunday morning, but the services were long--two sermons, one an hour long in German, another shorter one in English. But Sunday nights I went with Frank to the Christian and Missionary Alliance church where they really had fun for kids in the evening services.

One time Frank took me to Lake Okaboji to the Brown Tabernacle to hear some old fashioned revival meetings and I will never forget the impact that had on my life. Frank was a great model to me of Christian commitment and of integrity in work and life. Later in life I worked with him in the hardware store and there, too, he was my mentor and leader. He was an important person in shaping me as a young man. I thank God for giving me such mentors in my life.


The first time I saw Frank was at Grandma Jungas's house in Mt Lake. We children saw Frank, who was home on leave from the war, kissing Helen in the parlor. We girls found it very thrilling and romantic. Frank was so good-looking in his uniform. As I learned more from Frank of the horrors of the war, I was continually grateful for the freedoms of the USA, which Frank volunteered to protect. Now as I view the young people in Iraq, I am reminded of the sacrifices Frank and Helen made.

I enjoyed my talks with you and Frank when I drove up to see Mom. We thank you for the way you both cared for Mom. Mom enjoyed your company so much. She told us of the many things you did for her--getting her hair done, getting groceries, fixing meals. She loved to have tea with you and eat out at the local restaurant. You and Frank made her feel so much a part of Mt Lake. How can we repay such care?

Helen, you have cared for Frank during the good and bad times. Never have I heard cross words or complaints from you. I learned a lot of practical things as I observed you two - things that help me now with dealing with limited mobility. Frank also counseled me about ways to deal with my Parkinson's disability, which has been helpful.

Frank served the hardware store well and gave so much time to civic duties. I will always remember his jelly beans. Frank and Helen have a reserved place in heaven for their services to Mother and to the Mt. Lake community.


My fondest memories of Frank are of his being in the war, far off somewhere. I listened as the women sat around at Grandma's dining room worrying and speculating about his welfare. I remember him returning from the war and the great relief at his being alive and well. He was such a handsome soldier!

I also remember visiting Frank and Helen's home and playing there. I thought it was a wonderful, truly American, happy home, the kind I wanted to have instead of going back to India and to boarding school.


My earliest memories of Frankie are when he would come bounding up the stairs from the hardware store to see Grandma, usually taking two stairs at a time. He'd come in with a smile and make us all feel cheerful. Grandma depended on him if she needed anything done, and would tell us often, "I'll ask Frankie; he'll do it." She loved him dearly. I know he was a great help to Grandpa in the store too.

In later years I appreciated greatly the kindness Frank and Helen showed to Mom. It was hard for her after Dad died and then later when all her kids had grown and were busy with families of their own. Frank and Helen were true friends, providing steady support when Mom needed it, and this made life so much better for her. She spent many happy hours having tea and zwiebach with them, chatting about life and family. When we visited, it was fun to hear his stories of Grandpa and Grandma Jungas and of his visits to the White House; he had a great dry wit that made his stories unique. His ideas for Workfare were ahead of their time. In recent years, we've had some good times visiting with Helen and Frank at Eventide. Frankie still loved to tell stories about his early years, and we enjoyed listening. I'm so glad I have some of his stories on our family web page.

These last years we've seen the same kind of quiet, steady support between Helen and Frank that they gave to Mother. As Frank became more disabled, Helen faced with courage the problems life gave them and helped him during these hard times. I only hope if I ever go through times like this, I will be able to do the same. To me, these two are heroes.

Helen, our family wants to tell you how much we loved and appreciated Frankie, and to give you our love and support in the days ahead. Our prayers are with you.


I was so sorry to hear about Frankie. I was always very fond of both him and Helen.

I remember Frankie's coming up to visit Grandma Jungas--I believe he was always one of her favorites--and later he and Helen would come up to visit Mom. Frank was the most handsome of the whole clan up there, I always thought. I remember seeing a photo of him in uniform - very dashing. Ellie and I thought it was exotic and mysterious that he was in the military--we didn't know anyone else who was.

Especially I am grateful for his kindness to Mom. Please convey all this to Helen along with my deepest sympathy.


Frank and Helen were so good to Mom. They were the ones I depended on to make sure she was okay when we children weren't able to do so. Frank was always there to help with changing light bulbs, carrying things, going to the store for her and so on. I really appreciated that as it made me feel that Mom was safe.

I also appreciated the fact that they notified me when they wanted to sell grandma's glass case so that it would stay in the family. Often people just sell at the best price, but instead they took the time and trouble to preserve the piece for the family.