Frank was one of those wonderful blokes long-remembered by everyone who met him. Forever cheerful and kind-hearted, he treated all of his customers as friends. Although I believe he originally lived over the shop, he later built a house further along the highway towards Chapel Road. The shop still sits on the corner of Jacob Street, remembered by older locals for its fearsome hill and hump about a third of the way to Rickard Road in Bankstown proper. In the days before Liverpool Road access was closed, and a parking area formed off the highway, cars, bikes and all manner of vehicles would descend Jacob Street with various results and sounds. The biggest thrill, or scare, was obtained when descending Jacob Street while sitting at the front upstairs window of a Macvicar's double-decker bus.
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