Dave Bleakney
September 8, 2006 / 15:41

I was a kid in 1972. My working class Dad and I went to Moscow. I was the only kid there (12 at the time) though I was told there were a couple of others but I never saw them). At times it got pretty lonely and being out of Canada was different than anything I had ever experienced. I grew up in a small village in New Brunswick. And there in Moscow was this guy named Frank who always met me with a smile, a laugh and offered encouragement. He said he was a photographer. Anyway, he always brightened my day and made me feel good about being there. I would run into him frequently. He would go out of his way to see how I was doing. As years went by I asked myself from time to time "who was that guy"? "What became of him?" I didn't know until now he was the guy who snapped the famous photo. But more importantly for me, he was the guy who made a young kid feel welcome amongst a loud, partying group of adults in a strange land. I will always remember that and the fact that he helped make my my time there better. Here's to you Frank Lennon, Dave Bleakney

meg
October 25, 2006 / 13:33

frank lennon was my grandpa and I just wanted to let u know that he was the nicest and most loveing person i have ever come into contact with. ***RIP GRAMPS LOVE U AND MISS U ALWAYS.