Tribute to Frank J. DeVito
By Alan “Spike” Woodruff
Camp Russell Attendee Since 1949
Staff Member Since 1958
Written March 17, 2006
Frank DeVito had a mischievous
twinkle in his eye. I first became aware of him around 1950 when I started
going to Camp Russell as a youth. His enthusiasm, willingness to help
others and extensive knowledge of the outdoors were apparent even to one so
young.
Today, at that same camp, I still employ some of the
sign carving and nature study techniques he taught me years ago. The
memories of Frank leading Dunderbeck, Clementine and Alouette
linger as those of us still at Camp Russell struggle to duplicate his style.
Frank would drop everything to help a friend, Scout or
just another human being, even if it meant traveling hundreds of miles.
While listening to The Orange and the Green on
the Boonville radio station this St. Patrick’s morning, I recalled fondly
when Frank used to play it on the harmonica for Tim O’Connor to dance a jig.
Frank was never intimidated by those in authority. I
can remember when Ben Love, a former BSA Chief Scout Executive, visited Camp
Russell and Frank telling a dining hall packed with campers that the Texas
native “talked funny.” That was before he led a group of Scouts blowing on
organ pipes he had secured at an auction in performing Deep in the Heart
of Texas.
When Mario Cuomo made a gubernatorial visit to Utica,
Frank got the Governor’s attention by announcing that he was not there to
ask for money. Then he presented Mario with a meticulously carved seal of
New York State.
Scouting didn’t end for Frank with the close of the
Camp Russell season. For many years, he was a devoted Scoutmaster to an
inner-city Utica troop in addition to participating in many Council
activities.
I can recall former Utica OD columnist Joe Kelly
writing about Frank storming into his office to provide more information on
a column or giving ideas for new topics.
The last time I saw Frank was on January 16, along with
Chris Read, Bill Willman, Jeff Delucia, Paul Frezza and Rick Rotondi. We
played him a tape of the 2005 staff singing Here’s to Dear Old Russell,
Dunderbeck and our traditional three closing songs. When I baited him
by inserting my hands in my pockets, he did not disappoint us, telling me
from across the room to “Take your hands out of your pockets you big
baboon!”
Frank
J. DeVito with a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
Everybody’s friend. Everybody’s loss.