"No one will miss him more than the large number of those, still surviving, who served with him or under his command in the war. He was perhaps one of the last men one would have thought of as a soldier, until one had known him as such. But few who did so would ever ask to serve with a better comrade. He was in the war almost at the start as an ambulance driver, but came back from France within the year to take a commission in the 8th Manchester Territorials. He served with the “Ardwick” battalion, almost continuously overseas, from the summer of 1916 to the end of the war. He was with them through Sinai to the borders of Palestine, and he was wounded with them in France. And in the ever-changing life of a front-line infantry battalion, with its continual losses and replacements, ‘Frankie,’ as everyone sometimes called him, from the C.O. to the company cook, was an enduring personality. There can be few ‘ex-Ardwicks’ who will not remember him, and with affection.”

“After the war, though he had finished with ‘service,’ he kept the closest touch not only with the Ardwicks but with the 42nd Division in which they were brigaded. He had other war-time interests - he founded the Sydney Frankenburg Branch of the British Legion, which was the first association of Jewish ex-servicemen to be formed either here or abroad - but at heard he was always and ‘Ardwick’. For many years the old members of the East Lancashire Division had come each summer to a party in his garden…In the first years after the war, when times were often difficult for those who had returned to civil life but not to jobs, Frankenburg busied himself beyond all custom to set one life after another going again, and few, if any, knew just how much good he did in this way.”