Franklin V Zanders

Franklin V. Zanders, 87, of Massillon, passed away July 30, 2026.

Frank was born on September 26, 1938, in Canton, OH, to the late Franklin and Ruth Zanders. He was a graduate of Central Catholic High School, Class of 1958. Frank retired from Timken Steel Company in 2000, working as a security guard. In 1969, Frank married Paula Zanders (Tabeling). Frank and Paula enjoyed many activities together; they loved to go sailing at Atwood Lake on their sailboat as well as attending the annual Wayne County Fair.

Frank loved reading, photography, and was a history and classic movie “buff”. He was very interested in WWII, and often easily identified military planes that flew in the war.

Above all, Frank enjoyed his time with family, and especially cherished his bond with his daughter and granddaughters.

Frank is survived by his wife of 57 years, Paula Zanders; daughter Kathleen Halco (Michael); granddaughters Lindsey Halco and Jenna Halco; sister Theresa Shean (Bob – deceased). He will also be missed by a host of nieces, nephews, extended family, and friends.

In addition to his parents, Frank is preceded in death by his sister, Jo-Ann Streb (Calvin).

Per Frank’s wishes, cremation has taken place. No other services will be held. To share a memory of Frank or to leave a condolence for his family, please visit the online guest book. 

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright

Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,

And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,

Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.

Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

-Dylan Thomas