2016 Reunions (submitted by members)

While many of you have never attended a Family Assoc. Reunion you may have smaller Reunions with extended family. In an effort to be more inclusive we would like to inform you of those offered around the country. We are also going to try to get this information on our website–FFFAA.org

Astabula, Ohio August 14, 2016–the 95th gathering of the Frisbie’s of Northeastern Ohio. These Frisbie’s are descendants of Levi #1709 and his sons Cecil #3220 and Valentine #3221. For more information about time and place contact Bob Frisbie at 440-997-5370

Lake Mills, Iowa July 10, 2016–noon at the home of Elna Hylland, 101 S. 12th Avenue W. These are the descendants of Ferd Frisbie # 13512. For more information contact Nan Klemm at 641-592-5715.

Olean, New York August 6.2016–11:00 a.m. at the War Veterans Park. These are the descendants of Raymond Homer Frisbee #5685. Bring your own entree to grill and a dish to pass. An auction of donated items is held to defray costs. Contact Sean Frisbee at 304-276-8999 for more information.

In looking back at older issues of the Bulletin there are many articles from smaller reunion in Kansas and Pennsylvania. If you know of any others please send us a contact name.

Reunion 2014 – the Reunion that ALMOST Was

September 23-28 in Hartford Connecticut, is the Reunion that ALMOST was.

Whether it was distance, or location or a combination of all, the reunion
Hartford, CT, the participation by our members was so meager that it was deemed too expensive to hold for just a few.

Hopefully, the same response will not sink the 2016 reunion.

We realize that our membership, while growing, is scattered across the country, and Hartford is not exactly around the corner for most of our members. But, we have not been able to discover why we had such a meager response.

But, for those of you who would like to see what earlier Reunions were like, look through the archived Bulletins. The reports are all there.

Frisbie-Frisbee Family Association’s 2012 Reunion

Geneva-on-the-Lake, Ohio

Sitting in a lovely living room overlooking the Pacific Ocean, leisurely chatting about family and genealogy may seem an unlikely start to this report of the Reunion at Geneva-on-the-Lake, but that’s how it happened. Fris Campbell, Pete’s cousin and longtime FFFAA member, gave us a newsletter announcing the gathering because Columbus, Ohio, our home, is far closer to Ashtabula County than Kailua, Hawaii.

Typically, when travelling, you pick up lots of stuff you really “think” you need or want, and important items get hidden in the stack. So did the Family Bulletin, until just a few days before the Reunion was to occur. A quick phone call to Fred and Carol Frisbie, this year’s organizers, and the Boutons were on their way.

Thursday evening: meet-and-greet at the chosen accommodations, complete with pizza, sodas, Lake Erie wines and literature about the area. Friday: free time until dinner at the Lakehouse Inn restaurant on the shore of Lake Erie. Saturday: 2012 business meeting at 9 AM, free time, then dinner at the SPIRE’s FUEL and facility tour. Sunday: Ashtabula Maritime and Surface Transportation Museum tour; lunch with the Ashtabula Frisbies at Lakeside Park. Nice and easy.

That was the weekend in a nutshell. But here’s what REALLY happened!
Thursday, our travel day, was greeted with tremendous storms. It nearly blew Mickey Owens (IN) off the road, and the forecast for the weekend didn’t sound much better. We checked in at the Motel 6 at the corner of I-90 and SR 534, dodging rain drops. Between showers, Mickey stood outside, worrying about her sister, Barbara, who was driving up from Kentucky. Little did she realize that her sister, having missed the motel, was sightseeing in downtown Geneva-on-the-Lake!

Mary and Don Frisbie (IA) arrived with all the paraphernalia necessary for the many hats that Mary wears for the FFFAA (Secretary/Treasurer & Newsletter Editor). They, too, had encountered the storms enroute, although nothing they did could force the clouds back toward drought-ridden Iowa. Will and Lucile Frisbee (NY) brought the most wonderful maple syrup from their farm. When Pete and I finish the syrup we purchased, it’s very likely that we’ll be visiting Delhi, NY, long before 2014. And I might add, finding another Frisbee was reassuring! Eric Frisbie and his father Donald flew in from the Philadelphia area, the site of the 2010 Reunion.

In the late afternoon, Fred & Carol Frisbie, our hosts, spread out stacks of brochures about the area, set out the boxes of pizza and opened a large cooler with beverages in the motel Conference Room and we began assembling. Then, for us at least, the challenge of remembering names, faces and how they all fitted together began.

Bob Frisbie (president of the local Frisbie group) and his wife, Anne, brought an invitation to the local Frisbie Reunion (their 90th!) on Sunday.

Susan Field and her father, James LaMarsh, (AL) arrived a bit later than planned. I-71 in Ohio greeted them with storms and a tie-up from a wreck that added a lot more time to their travels than they wanted. It’s a L.O.N.G trip from Birmingham and Huntsville even without any hold-ups! Luckily, there was plenty of food! Jim told us that Susan is looking for a connection for the Daughters of the Confederacy.

Friday morning after breakfast at the little restaurant next door, Don and Mary Frisbie joined us and off we went to find as many covered bridges as we could. Ashtabula County is famous for them. They have all five types of bridges: the Howe truss, Pratt truss, Town lattice truss, Burr Arch and Inverted Haupt truss. Aren’t you excited to know that? Well, we found 12 of the 16 bridges. They date from 1867 to 2008 (no, not a typo), and include the longest covered bridge in the US, the Smolen-Gulf, a Pratt Truss construction and newest, built in 2008; and the shortest, in Geneva, a whopping 18 feet, built by the A-Tech kids. I have to hand it to Pete: he didn’t flinch even once when we told him where to go! We have lots of photos of the bridges, and if we had reversed the rather poor tourist map a bit earlier, we could have found them all. The bridges had specific addresses that the GPS could have found. On one of our roundabouts we stumbled across a little roadside stand, at a place where two roads came to a T, selling WV peaches. Later, we scouted out Geneva-on-the-Lake (to make sure we would know where to find the restaurant for that evening), and had lunch at a gyro stand next to the fabled Madsen Donuts. We never did find the shop that was supposed to have the best Lake Erie perch or walleye sandwiches, but we certainly saw a lot of large, black clouds! Fred and Carol had promised and kept promising a spectacular sunset for dinner that night. We all thought… right. Sunset. Anyone have a magic wand?

We returned to the motel to prepare for dinner. Mary and Don Frisbie’s son and daughter-in-law (Brian & Lisa) arrived in the late afternoon from near Huron, MI. It is so nice to see the younger generation taking an interest in their ancestry. The skies were still threatening when Pete and I teamed up with Will and Lucile Frisbee for the trip to the Lakeside Inn Restaurant. The location was lovely, right on the lake bank: terraced patios leading down to the water; gorgeous perennials providing blasts of color… but the clouds simply kept hanging around. As a precaution, the folks at the restaurant had moved our venue into a large tent. Little by little, chairs were moved from inside the tent to an outside patio; nervous glances kept peering at the sky. When the food arrived we went back inside the tent to our preordered dinner choices: salmon or steak. Fred and Carol had arranged for a lovely cake, and there were many eager partakers. At first, we didn’t notice when blue sky began to appear on the horizon. The clouds continued moving to the south and before we left, just as Fred had promised, we were treated to a truly spectacular sunset! [Photo: Back row L-R: Pete Bouton, Bob Frisbie, Brian Frisbie, Don Frisbie, Jim LaMarsh, Donald Frisbie, Will Frisbee, Fred Frisbie; Middle L-R: Barbara Owen, Carol Frisie, Barbara Bouton, Anne Frisbie, Mary Frisbie, Lisa Frisbie, Susan Field, Eric Frisbie; Front L: Mickey Owen; Front R: Lucile Frisbee. Missing from the picture but foremost in our thoughts is Kyle Frisbie, Eric’s son who assisted his dad with the 2010 reunion in Philadelphia, who is serving in Afghanistan. Our prayers are with him and his unit!
Saturday heralded the 9:00 AM FFFAA General Meeting. Eric Frisbie called the meeting to order, and many topics were discussed. You can read about all of that in Mary’s minutes. After the meeting concluded, we were on our own until 5:30 PM. Fred had told us about an annual beef roast, but although there seemed little interest at the time, almost all of us ended up there for lunch. The Harpersfield Volunteer Fire Department’s 38th Annual Beef Roast is a fund raiser for the Fire Department. Volunteers, in 2 ½ days, roasted 4800 pounds (in 25 lb. chunks) on spits over split logs to the delight of diners who came from far and wide to enjoy juicy sandwiches, onion rings, French fries, ice cream and lemonade made to order in a cocktail shaker. Delicious!

Saturday evening’s dinner was held at the SPIRE Institute at the institute’s restaurant, FUEL. After a delicious buffet, the sister of the owner/builder of this incredible non-profit venue gave us an unforgettable tour. SPIRE caters not only to Olympic athletes and hopefuls, but Paralympic-athletes, other people with disabilities, school groups, civic organizations, etc. It is a cutting edge sports facility complete with dormitories for athletes who live and train there. We only saw a portion of the facilities but there is no way to describe how impressed we all were. If you have the time, please go online to pireinstitute.org to see more about this fantastic place.

Sunday, after breakfast, FFFAA member Bob Frisbie, director and chief tour guide, at the Ashtabula Maritime and Surface Transportation Museum, gave us one of the best tours we have ever experienced in any museum or venue! Life on the Great Lakes came alive! Don’t wait for another reunion to visit Ashtabula. It’s SO worth the trip! After the Museum tour, those of us who didn’t have to catch a plane or leave early because of other obligations, attended the 90th Annual Frisbie Reunion at the Lakeshore Park where we had the opportunity to meet “cousins” that were heretofore unknown to us. Lunch was pot luck, and there were many lucky pots!
These Frisbies epitomize hospitality – not to mention are great cooks! Bob and Anne (of the museum) are so dedicated to the Frisbies that they spent their 50th anniversary there at the reunion! It was a great weekend.

For those of you who didn’t attend, I hope you are regretting not making the trip – at least a little bit. Reunions come and go – high school, college, fraternity/sorority, but somehow, family reunions have that special something that sets them apart. I hope you will include the 2014 FFFAA Reunion in your planning now. Two years can go by in a flash!

Barbara Bouton
Columbus, OH

From the desk of the new FFFAA Genealogist:

If you have questions or need assistance chasing your FFF ancestors, please send me what you DO know and I will do my very best to help you in your quest. I’m not Norah Frisbie (I would have loved to have known her), but I, also, am passionate about genealogy. I would like you to be, too.

Email: (bbouton@columbus.rr.com)

Barbara Bouton
66557 Merwin Rd.,
Columbus, OH 43235
Home: 614-761-3755

Reunion 2012 Geneva on the Lake, Ohio July 20-22

Plans have been finalized for the Reunion in Ohio. The following is a schedule of events that are planned for us.

The Reunion Hotel is the newly renovated Geneva Motel 6 at 1715 S. Broadway, (northwest corner of I 90 and Route 534 Geneva Exit) Geneva, Ohio. They have requested that we make our reservations by telephone at 440-466-1168. There is a block of rooms set-aside until July 5. Just tell them you are with the Frisbie Family Association. The rate for a single room is $54.00 plus tax and a double room is $59.40 + tax.

Thursday, July 19,
5:00 p.m. We will gather at the hotel for registration and a light meal. At this time we will decide on carpools to various area attractions. If you have made hotel reservations you should be getting a brochure from the Visitors Center.


Friday, July 20,
9:00-4:00 – Visits to area attractions.
6:00- Leave for dinner at the Lake House Inn and Winery (thelakehouseinn.com)


Saturday, July 21
9:00- Annual Business Meeting
12:00 – Lunch on your own and an afternoon to continue sightseeing.
6:00- Leave for dinner at the Spire Institute. (across from the hotel spireinstitute.org)


Sunday, July 22
10:00 – Bob Frisbie will provide a guided tour of the Maritime Museum
1:30 –We are invited to join the Astabula Frisbie’s for their 90th reunion picnic.
If you are planning on attending the reunion please let Fred and Carol know by telephone at 440-983-4288.

The restaurants will need to know which entrée you will be ordering. Please notify Fred by June 30. A registration fee of $60.00 will include registration refreshments and two evening dinners.

Download the menu here


Contact Fred Frisbie at 440-983-4288 for further information and to let them know you will be attending


“Mom, tell us a Little Girl story.”

“Which one?” the mother asked.

“The one about Bonnie and bad boys” the kids yelled.

“OK, but are you sure you don’t want me to read about Jemima Puddleduck instead?

“No way – Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie” the children chanted.

“OK – here goes” said Mother.

“Bonnie, don’t forget your helmet”, yelled her mother from upstairs. Bonnie was going bike riding with her friends Claire and Ruth. “OK, Mom!”, Bonnie answered. As she walked past the garage door, she flung the helmet into a pile of sports equipment. Helmets were for nerds and neither Claire nor Ruth had to wear one. Their mother was an old hippy and she was pretty lax about rules.

“Let’s go the monument”, said Claire. “I have some chalk and we can make funny faces on the statues.”

“Cool” said Bonnie

The girls took off on their bikes. The monument was at the top of the tallest hill in town. It was hard riding to get their bikes to the top, but they made it.

The girls took off on their bikes. The monument was at the top of the tallest hill in town. It was hard riding to get their bikes to the top, but they made it.

The girls played happily, giggling as they marked up the faces of the famous war heroes. Ruth tied her sweater around one of the statues shoulders, colored his lips pink and topped him off with her backwards baseball cap.

Then the bad boys came.

Bonnie, Ruth and Claire were afraid. These were the kids that had set Kathy Ross’s hair on fire last year. They had told the police it was an accident, but no one believed them.

Bonnie and the twins jumped to their bikes. They had a head start if only they could get away quickly.

Pumping as fast as they could – luckily it was all downhill, the girls sped away. Hooting, the boys took off after them. The hill was incredibly steep. Bonnie had never gone so fast on her bike. The wind shrieked at her. The boys yelled behind her. She was almost home! Just around the bend was the final stretch. Once in her own yard, she would be safe.

As the curve in the road loomed, Bonnie applied the brakes. The bike did not slow down. She squeezed harder – still too fast. She would never make the curve. She tried to call to the twins. They were ahead of her. Too late – the bike, as if it had a mind of its own raced toward the small white house situated at the bend in the road.

“Honey, what is your name. Can you hear me?” An old man squinted at her. Bonnie could hear him but could not speak. She heard the siren and tried to talk to the paramedics when they lifted her to the stretcher. But nothing would come out.

“Poor kid. Should have had her helmet on”, said one of the paramedics.

“Is it a girl?” said the other paramedic. “It’s hard to tell from all the blood”.

“Yeah, the bike is pink”

Bonnie was a lucky girl. She only had to stay in the hospital for 3 months. After several surgeries to fix her broken leg, sew her face back on and repair her broken ear drums, she was OK. She always looked a little crooked from that point on, but she was alive.

“Now kids, go to sleep. And remember to always wear your bicycle helmets.”

The End.

Little Girl: Cecilia

Cecilia lived in a Pilgrim House that was over 300 years old. It was built in 1680, 60 years after the Pilgrims set foot on Plymouth Rock. The rooms were tiny and the ceilings so low that her mother joked she could only marry men under 6 feet tall. Her mother had lots of husbands.

Cecilia had two sisters, Rosemarie and Catherine. When their mother was between husbands, they did not see her for weeks at a time – she was out on the prowl. The three girls had no choice but to keep house themselves – begrudgingly dividing the household duties. During the married times, her mother and then current husband spent most of their time alone in the bedroom and expected the girls to wait on them.

The mother was from the old country and while she had learned new husband catching ways in America, she still had lots of old fashioned ideas – starching sheets was one of them. Every Saturday, while other children were playing, Cecilia and her sisters would have to do the laundry. The clean sheets were dipped into liquid starch. It would take two sisters to wring the wetness out of them, and the third sister ironed. When the sheets were done, they were as crisp as flatbread.

Cecilia loved her home – it was solid and safe. For over 300 years it had kept its inhabitants from harm, and in it, Cecilia felt protected from things that scared her and things she didn’t understand – like stepfathers. During the scary times when Cecilia’s mother cried and required Cecilia’s comfort, Cecilia knew her family would be OK as long as they had each other and their home.

Cecilia’s other love was Angel, her white Persian cat. Even though Cecilia was an undiagnosed asthmatic (Cecilia’s mother never noticed Cecilia’s wheezing), she loved to bury her face in Angel’s soft, long, white fur. No one understood her or cared about her more than Angel.

One especially grim Saturday, while the sun shined for the rest of the neighborhood kids, the three girls groused over the weekly laundry. Finally, the starching was almost done. Rosemarie and Catherine left Cecilia to finish ironing the last sheet while they ran out to join their friends in the sunshine. Cecilia daydreamed about a happier life while she stroked the iron back and forth over the sheet. She continued to daydream while she put the sheets away. Then she went out to play.

“Come with us to see the fire”, yelled a breathless boy as he and his friends raced by Cecilia, her sisters and their friends. The girls were playing hopscotch and the boys had just ruined their game.

“Might as well”, said Rosemarie. “Nothing else to do.” The girls trotted after the boys and became increasingly interested as they approached their own neighborhood. Interest was replaced with concern and then panic when they realized that it was their home that was on fire. Their mother was in that house! She and her new husband had been napping while the girls did the laundry.

“Girls, girls!!! Oh thanks to God that you are all right.” Their mother rushed up to them and smothered them with hugs and kisses.

“Momma, the house!” sobbed Cecilia. The flames were shooting from the roof – there would be nothing left. “Momma, I may have left the iron plugged in – do you think I started the fire?”

Cecilia did not hear her mother’s answer. A horrible sound came from the house – a cat in pain and distress – Angel.

Cecilia ran to the house to rescue her beloved pet but the firemen would not let her enter the burning building. Angel was lost to her forever.

“So children, when I ask you to be sure and unplug the iron after you use it, please pay attention to me”, said Mother. “Cecilia had to learn the hard way.”

The End.

Little Girl: Dorothy


“Children, turn the TV off and come to bed, NOW!” yelled Mother.

“Only if you’ll tell us a Little Girl Story” bribed the children.

“Just a short one – what do you want to hear?” asked Mother in an exasperated voice. The children had been especially bad that day and she wanted some time to herself.

“Tell us about Lazy Dorothy” the children hollered”

Dorothy was an only child and lived a solitary life with her mother and father in a big old house that was perched at the top of the highest hill in town. Dorothy’s mother and father were geniuses and university professors. Dorothy was pretty sure that she was even smarter than they were.

She spent all her time at the computer and her parents bought her any game or software she asked for. From morning to night, she hammered away at the keys doing God knows what on the computer. Her parents tiptoed past her room, sure that she was probably going to find a cure for cancer or something equally important.

Dorothy had no chores; she had convinced her parents that her studies on the computer were too important and that she shouldn’t have to do menial work of any kind.

The only time Dorothy moved from the computer was to go to the bathroom or to sleep- she had dropped out of school long ago. Dorothy’s head grew larger, or so it seemed, and her bottom flattened from all the sitting. Perhaps it was the rest of her body that had shrunk from not being used. Her fingers were large and strong from all the typing – too large for the rest of her body.

Dorothy became so lazy that she asked for her meals to be brought to her room. She was even thinking about having a toilet installed in her bedroom so she would not have to walk all the way to the end of the hall to go to the bathroom.

“Hmmm. Today I think I’ll play Dungeons and Dragons”, said Dorothy as she booted up her PC. She barely noticed that the room was almost dark despite the fact that it was almost noon.

Her parents were already at the university having left the house quietly hours before, not wanting to wake Dorothy who liked to sleep until noon.

“Tom, there’s a tornado warning and Dorothy is all alone at home. What should we do? asked Dorothy’s mother, worried.

“You call her on the phone and I’ll go right home” said Tom.

Dorothy’s mom called and called but Dorothy couldn’t be bothered to answer the phone. It was in her parent’s room and she was in the middle of a good game. Dorothy did not notice the hail pelting the windows or the house shaking.

The phone rang and rang.

“Damn it!” said Dorothy. “I wish whoever was calling would just leave me alone. It’s breaking my concentration – can’t they see they’re ruining my game?”

Tom almost made it to the house on time. As he pulled into the driveway, he watched the top of the house break loose and sail away – Dorothy and all.

These days Dorothy lives in a nursing home even though she is only nine. She took a nasty blow to her head when the tornado dropped her and now she is confined to a wheel chair. She no longer has to feed herself, not because she’s too lazy, but because she unable to.

So, children, don’t be lazy like Dorothy. She never lifted a finger when she had the chance and now she can’t even if she wants to – her fingers and the rest of her body don’t work anymore.

The End.

Little Girl Stories

(This group of Little Girls Stories were written by me years ago when my children were little and reckless. I intended to have one for each letter of the alphabet but the best of intentions….. Hopefully you won’t think these stories too offputting – they’re a bit grim to say the least! But remember it takes a lot to make an impression on a little kid – they are not subtle! This section is for Frisbie literary talent or wannabe talent – send us your writings!) – Sarah Frisbie Britton


“Mom, tell us about the little girl and the bus” said the children.

“Oh, no, that’s way too sad for a bedtime story” replied the mother.

“Please-oh-please!” begged the children.

“Alright”, said Mom. “But don’t blame me for your bad dreams.”

Once there was a little girl named Anne. She lived in Chicago with her Mom and Dad in an apartment over her Grandpa’s bakery. Anne was loved and spoiled by her parents and grandparents. Each day before pre-school, Anne visited the bakery. She helped her grandfather by pinching the bread loaves, smearing the honey on the baklava, opening and closing the ovens, spreading flour all over the place, and other helpful stuff. Her grandfather loved her daily visits, but was relieved when she left so he could get his real work done.

Anne’s Mom checked Anne’s ears every day. She was sure there must be lots of wax in those ears because every time she asked Anne to do something, Anne seemed not to hear her. Her ears appeared to be very waxy when it was time to clean her room. It did not occur to Anne’s Mom that maybe Anne was a naughty girl and only pretending not to hear.

Anne’s wax problem continued to get worse. Anne’s teacher complained to her parents that Anne ignored her when she asked Anne for help – or when she scolded Anne for playing too rough with the smaller children.

“Anne has a hearing problem” said her mother. “We are taking her to the doctor today”. “It is curious though, how she always hears us when we call her to lunch, or if her grandfather calls her in from play when he’s made a fresh batch of sticky buns” We can’t figure it out.

“Nothing is the matter with Anne’s ears” said the doctor, looking through the magnifier into one of Anne’s ears.

“You must be mistaken!”, said Anne’s mom. “Anne is a perfect child and if she says she doesn’t hear us, then I’m sure she is telling the truth!” We will find a better doctor – one who can tell us what is wrong with Anne’s ears.”

Anne and her mother left the doctor’s office in a huff. They waited angrily at the bus stop for the 205 bus that would take them home. Finally, they spied the bus rounding the corner.

“Anne, stay put while I get our bus tokens from my purse” said Mother. Anne was cross and cranky and was sure the bus driver was going to drive right past them as he had last week. She pretended not to hear her mother and she stepped out into the street and waved her hands at the approaching bus.

The bus driver did not see Anne. He was changing the station on the radio and had looked away from the road for a few seconds. Anne’s mother looked up from her purse in horror. Anne was seconds away from being run down by the bus. Anne’s mother threw herself into the street and pushed Anne out of the way of the bus – to the other curb. But Anne’s mother did not have time to save herself and the bus ran her over. Ann screamed to see her mother dead under the bus. She knew that she had caused the accident – by not listening to her mother.

Anne, her father and her grandparents were broken-hearted. Their lives were never the same and Anne grew up, a very sad girl, with no mother. Anne’s Grandpa closed the bakery. He was too sad to cook.

“So, children, go to bed. And remember, when I tell you to do something, I always have a reason. Sometimes you may think you know better, but I am your mother and I know what’s best for you.”

The End

Phrisbie- Phrisbee Phamily in Philadelphia

Thursday afternoon, June 24, 2010 as reunion hosts Eric Frisbie, Dale Hull and Dan Hart were putting final touches on our tour plans, confirming dinner reservations and preparing for the up-coming business meeting, members of the Frisbie-Frisbee Family Association began descending on the great city of Philadelphia. For the FFFAA reunion 2010, Frisbie-Frisbee family members traveled from as far away as Iowa, Illinois, Indiana, Ohio, Kentucky, New York, New jersey, Pennsylvania and Connecticut. Many returning “reunion goers” reconnected with old friends, some renewed acquaintances and a couple attendees were first timers. Everyone in this extended family enjoyed each other and had a delightful time in the City of Brotherly Love.

Official reunion events and activities bean Friday morning, June 25, with an extended trolley tour of the city lead by co-host Dale Hull. The private trolley took the group along the Schuykill River past the 10 clubs on the famous Boathouse Row and through Fairmont park, a beautifully preserved greenway in the heart of the city. Photo stops were made at the Please touch Museum in the historic memorial Hall and the Philadelpia Art Museum (yes, there really are that many steps…). The trolley took the group past numerous well known historical places including Independence Halo, Congress Hall, the Liberty bell Center, Christ Church, the burial place of Benjamin Franklin, the betsy Ross House and her burial site, and the Eastern State Penitentiary Museum (the first penitentiary of its kind in the New World). Dale Hull served as guide providing informational narrative about the various sites. Following a lunch stop for Philly Cheesesteak at Tony Luke’s where a number of us sampled the recommended fare”Cheeseteak Wiz with!” and others opted for the more traditional cheesesteak with provolone, the tour continued to the Delaware River and back through the city. The afternoon sites included the Philadelphia Zoo, the beautiful Masonic Temple the center square and the enormous, Second Empire style, City hall that is still the tallest and largest masonry building in the world.

A FFFAA business meeting, held at the Embassy Suites, was called to order by Vice President Eric Frisbie. Lucile Frisbee from Delhi, New York brought a number of items to share from the Delhi County historical Society relating to he Frisbee Family in Delhi

Conversation and good cheer continued over a family style buffet supper at the nearby Spaghetti Warehouse and family photos and group pictures were taken.

Saturday, June 26, was billed as a “free day” to do as one wished and a list of numerous activities, tours and events were provided to family members as suggested options. One group took advantage of an offer by Dale Hull and Dan hart to visit and tour Independence hall, Congress Hall, the Liberty bell Center, the Betsy Ross House and Christ Church on a walking tour of historic Philadelphia. Others enjoyed the digital media presentations on the large, high definition, screen at Comcast Center.

The final scheduled event included a lovely evening at Downey’s Irish Pub and Restaurant at Front and South Streets. The group gathered at the Embassy Suites and was transported by trolley to Penn’s Landing for a buffet family dinner at “Upstairs at Downey’s.” After dinner the group lingered and stayed for the spectacular fire works display over the Delaware River.

Sunday morning, addresses were exchanged during breakfast at TGIFriday’s. There were many handshakes and warm hugs as family members headed their separate ways looking forward to the next reunion in 2012.

Submitted by Ted Yungclas #18273, unclassified
(great great grandson of Emily May Frisby Nelson 1851-1929)

Notable Frisbies

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There are many Frisbies who have been leaders in their fields. We want to introduce you to some of these people. Much of this information has been taken from articles in past Bulletins through the work of Nora Frisbie. If this is the case you will be directed to the issue of the Bulletin that contains the “rest of the story”. We will separate these people into the fields of:

  • The Arts
  • Business
  • Education
  • Science & Technology

If you have information on someone who should be added to this section please contact us.