This photograph was published a fourth time, with a caption reading "Francis B. Trudeau of the Navy who was recently promoted to the rank of lieutenant junior grade. He is stationed at Naval headquarters in New York city."
Undated, unidentified clipping in a scrapbook at the Saranac Lake Veteran's Club.
Dr. Francis Berger Trudeau Dr. Francis B. Trudeau, portrait by Sarah Joffe, Adirondack Medical Center Born: July 21, 1919 in Saranac Lake

Died: April 26, 1995

Married: Jean Moore Amory; Ursula Wyatt

Children: With Jean: Garry Trudeau, Jeanne Fenn, Michelle Trudeau

Dr. Francis B. Trudeau, known as Frank, was the son of Dr. Francis Berger Trudeau and grandson of Dr. Edward Livingston Trudeau and the father of Garry Trudeau. He was the founding president of the Trudeau Institute.

He was graduated from Yale University in 1942. He was a World War II veteran, having served in the Navy. He was graduated from Columbia University's College of Physicians and Surgeons in 1950, and trained as an intern and resident at Bellevue Hospital and New York University; he took further training at the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal. Dr. Trudeau practiced internal medicine in Saranac Lake from 1954 until his retirement in 1985. He was chief of medicine at the General Hospital from 1960 to 1977.

See also: A Most Critical Transition: the End of the TB Era

Adirondack Daily Enterprise, April 25, 1995

Trudeau dead at 75

Local leader remembered by colleagues, officials

Enterprise Staff Writer

SARANAC LAKE - Dr. Francis B. Trudeau, community leader, physician and longtime president of the Trudeau Institute, died early this morning at the Adirondack Medical Center.

Trudeau ,75, was recently named chairman emeritus of the Trudeau institute research center after serving as its president since 1954. A village native, born July 21, 1919, Trudeau was a grandson of Dr. Edward L. Trudeau, founder of Trudeau Sanatorium and pioneer in the treatment of tuberculosis in the United States.

”Frank's death will be a loss to the staff and trustees alike,” commented Dr. Robert North, the Trudeau Institute's chief executive officer. “He's been a father figure to me for the last 28 years since the day I arrived in Saranac Lake. “For quite a while, things won't be quite the same,” North said. ' : “Dr. Trudeau was a very valuable personal friend of mine and a real source of stability for the institution,” said David Kirstein, Assistant director of the Trudeau Institute.

“Without him,there would be no institute.”

“He’s made great contributions to Saranac Lake,” said Mayor Tim Jock this morning. “The history of Saranac Lake is with the whole Trudeau family.”

Trudeau's death is quite a loss to the community, and the village will plan an official recognition of Dr. Trudeau's contributions, Jock commented.

Lake Placid residents Dr. George and Ruth Hart have worked with Dr. Trudeau and his wife, Ursula, for years on various boards of directors. And Dr. Hart, an executive committee member of the board of directors for the 1980 Winter Olympic Games, worked with Trudeau when the doctor was a team physician during that world competition.

“He was such a fine and thoughtful gentleman,” said Ruth Hart. “He did so much to honor the name of Trudeau.”

In January, Dr. Trudeau received the key to the village of Saranac Lake in a ceremony in New York City. In August, 1994 Trudeau was honored for his work at the Trudeau Institute. His son, Garry, presented him with a bronze bust to be placed in the institute's library. Also in 1994, Trudeau continued his work with the community, serving as a guest author in the “Phoenix,” the Saranac Lake High School's literary magazine.

A graduate of Yale University, Trudeau received his medical degree from Colombia University, College of Physicians and Surgeons. He served his internship and residency at New York City and Montreal hospitals. Trudeau served as chief of medicine at the General Hospital of Saranac Lake for nearly 20 years. He also organized the Medical Associates group practice in Saranac Lake. In 1991, the board of directors of AMC hosted a testimonial reception for Trudeau, unveiling a bronze plaque to be placed at the hospital.

In 1985, Trudeau served as the Winter Carnival grand marshal. Trudeau participated in winter sports throughout his life, from ski jumping at Yale during the 1930s to participating in a national ski jump Competition. In 1982, he rebounded from hip replacement surgery to win first place in a 15- kilometer masters nordic ski race in the Empire State Games. His avid interest in winters sports led to his position as senior medical officer for the 1980 Winter Olympic Games nordic events, as physician for the U.S. Nordic Ski Team, and as school and team physician for the Saranac Lake Central School District.

In the mid-1970s, Trudeau was named by Gov. Hugh Carey as a commissioner to the newly formed Adirondack Park Agency. Carey had appointed him in an attempt to meet complaints from North Country residents about lack of local representation on the agency. But Trudeau stepped down from the position following a dispute over the legality of his appointment; he was the second Essex County resident named to the agency when APA law called for no more than one commissioner serving from the same county.

A complete obituary is expected to appear in Wednesday's issue of the Enterprise. Funeral arrangements are being handled by the Fortune-Keough Funeral Home.

Adirondack Daily Enterprise, April 26, 1995

Funeral services to be held Friday for Dr. Trudeau

Enterprise Staff Writer
With Wire Reports


With funeral services now set for Friday, community members continue to react to the death Tuesday of Dr. Francis Trudeau, founder of Trudeau Institute medical research center.

Funeral service's will be held at 2 p.m. Friday at St. Luke's Church here for Trudeau, 75, who died at the Adirondack Medical Center following cardiac complications. Rev. Fredrick Dennis will officiate, and burial will follow in St. John's in the Wilderness Cemetery in Paul Smiths. A memorial service is planned this summer on a date to be determined. The Fortune-Keough Funeral Home is in charge of arrangements.

Village residents and those in the medical field remember Trudeau for his efforts as a community leader.

“It is with great sadness that we acknowledge the death of Dr. Frank Trudeau,” stated Cheryl Breen, spokesperson for Adirondack Medical Center. “A member of our medical team for many years, he was our friend and colleague, a wonderful man and a gifted physician. We, at Adirondack Medical Center, were fortunate to have known and worked with him. His loss is immeasurable.”

“Frank was the first trained internist that we (the hospital) had and the first physician to look beyond the common problems. Dr. Trudeau was the prime mover in attracting well-trained internists to the area,'' recalled Dr. Alfred Fritz Decker, a colleague. “He developed and organized Medical Associates, which was the first group practice in town stressing internal medicine. He was also very interested in rehabilitation as he had a residency with Columbia Presbyterian's Dr. Rust, who was the originator of modern physical rehabilitation.”

Former Mayor William Madden III, who led the community for eight years until March, had offered Trudeau the key to the village earlier this year.

“He was one of the most community-minded members of Saranac Lake. He did a great deal to promote our community and the Trudeau Institute. He'll be sorely missed by mayor and ex-mayor alike,” Madden said. “He was proud of where he lived and what he did.”

Trudeau was president of the Trudeau Institute, which seeks cures for diseases such as AIDS and cancer, until his recent retirement.

“He served as a father figure to me since I arrived at the Trudeau Institute 28 years ago,” said Robert J. North, institute director. “I am sure that my staff saw him in the same light.”

He was the grandson of Edward Livingston Trudeau, who revolutionized the care of tuberculosis patients by advocating fresh air and lots of rest. His work led to the development of sanitariums in and around Saranac Lake.

Francis Trudeau was born in Saranac Lake on July 21, 1919. He served as an officer aboard a Navy subchaser during World War II in between earning his. bachelor's degree at Yale University and graduating from Columbia University's medical school.

Trudeau established the Institute in 1964 after it had been closed for a. decade because of dwindling admissions of TB patients. Until then, it had been known as the Trudeau Sanatorium.

The Institute was formed to foster a research center devoid of corporate distractions such as committees, meetings and teaching assignments. Scientists at the Institute conduct basic research, studying diseases at the molecular and cellular level. Trudeau changed the focus of the center from treatment to research, turning to wealthy benefactors and government grants to fund the projects. In addition to AIDS and cancer, research at the Institute includes the aging process, an improved tuberculosis vaccine, and the body's process of accepting or rejecting organ transplants.

Trudeau's children, “Doonesbury” cartoonist Garry Trudeau and his sister, Michelle Trudeau, serve as trustees on the Institute's board.

The center is now one of the most respected independent research laboratories in the country. In 1990, The Scientist magazine ranked it seventh out of 74 labs nationwide, just behind the Carnegie Institute in Washington, D.C. and California's Salk Institute.

In addition to his duties at the Institute, friends said Trudeau considered himself first and foremost a country doctor, and he spent nearly 40 years as a practicing physician providing medical services to the community. He also was a certified volunteer with High Peaks Hospice.

Survivors include his wife, Ursula Wyatt Trudeau, of Saranac Lake; his son, Garry, of New York City; daughters Michelle Trudeau of Irvine, Calif, and Jeanne Trudeau Fenn of Pittsfield, Mass.; five grandchildren; and one nephew.

He was predeceased by a brother, Edward, in 1984.

Memorial donations may be made to the Francis B. Trudeau Chair, Trudeau Institute, Algonquin Avenue, Saranac Lake.

Dr. Francis B. Trudeau, Empire State Games. Adirondack Daily Enterprise, March 11, 1982

Adirondack Daily Enterprise, March 11, 1982

SL's Dr. Trudeau makes own breaks with exercise as motivation

By GEOFF KNAPP Sports Editor

SARANAC LAKE - Dr. Francis Trudeau's athletic achievements extend along a lengthy winding road. The name of the road is Recovery.

The 61-year-old Saranac Lake native has rebounded from over seven major orthopedic problems, including a broken back and hip, to capture first place in the Masters 15-kilometer Cross-Country Ski Championships held Monday at Mt. Van Hoevenberg. The event was a part of the Empire State Winter Games.

'Functional return' is a term which Trudeau uses to describe the ability to not only have an injury mended but to also regain full use of areas affected. The full recovery of an injured athlete involves a meticulous schedule of exercise but Trudeau believes that physical recovery is only 50 percent of the fight to a complete functional return.

The mental attitude of the athlete on the rebound is critical for an entire recovery, according to the healthy Trudeau.

This photograph was published a third time, with a caption reading "Ensign Frank B. Trudeau, who spoke yesterday afternoon on the work of the Red Cross overseas before a meeting of the captains and workers of the forth-coming 1944 War Fund drive of the Saranac Lake Red Cross chapter."
Undated, unidentified clipping in a scrapbook at the Saranac Lake Veteran's Club.
The string of injuries started while a member of the Yale University ski jumping team in the late 1930s. A jump in the U.S. National Ski Jump competitions resulted in a broken back and numerous other related complications.

Fortunately for Trudeau, another competitor in the meet came to his aid and helped him to the stretcher. The doctor recalls that the help came from a man named Art Devlin.

After being transported in a hearse to the hospital (no ambulance was available). Trudeau was placed in a body cast which extended from his lower torso all the way to his neck.

Other complications stemmed from the injury including problems with joints and bone marrow infections.

Trudeau overcame the majority of problems related to the injury and pursued a Naval R.O.T.C career which began in 1942 in Tunisia, North Africa.

While serving overseas, the officer ran into further misfortune and seriously injured his knee. This time the recovery period included three years of being placed on crutches.

The Saranac Lake native returned to medical school in 1946 at New York City's Columbia University where he met sports medicine expert Hans Krauss. Krauss emphasized the theory of functional return to Trudeau who began a series of therapeutic exercises to regain full use of his leg in athletic activity.

Back in the North Country in the late '60s, the doctor received further guidance from Lake Placid's Dr Ed Hixson.

Hixson's guidance carried Trudeau back to the winter sports scene where he became a ski patrol at Whiteface Mountain.

Trudeau utilized his own experiences by putting his first-hand knowledge into practice in Saranac Lake.

The remarkable story became almost an epic for the determined doctor in 1979.

After returning from a trekking tour in the Himalayas, further misfortune struck. Trudeau slipped on an ice patch outside Lake Placid's Olympic Arena and the end result was a broken hip.

Dr. Craig Dumond from Ray Brook performed surgery which required a complete replacement of the hip. Dumond has since become chiefly responsible for the amazing comeback.

Dumond theorized that jogging would put too much pressure on the hip region but that the sliding action of cross-country skiing would act as an excellent exercise tool.

Trudeau has become very active in the sport of rowing where last summer he was vice-president of the Lake Placid Rowing Club.

Trudeau believes that motivation reaps one of the highest rewards possible— a bountiful life which includes constant activity.

The Evil Knievil of winter sports will continue to compete when he travels to Bretton Woods, New Hampshire Saturday where he will compete in the 50-kilometer Yukon Jack crosscountry ski race.

Trudeau strongly believes that good health is more than the absence of disease. He says that to get the full optimum of life there is only one medicine he prescribes— exercise.


The Guild News, April, 1942

Just Nerves; Not Nerve

"Listen my friends and you shall hear

Of the Sunday jump of a nervous skier"

by Frank B. Trudeau

But I'm not a poet, just one of those guys who during the winter tours the eastern ski-jumping circuit and spends each spring in a cast.

People who know I jump, often ask me how it feels to be up there. If you're good they tell me it feels swell; if you're not, well it feels like something that rhymes with "swell." It's a thrill, though, that lots don't care to know about. In fact, many feel they've got just enough nerve to read about it. To that large and extremely intelligent group, I respectfully dedicate this paper.

Each Sunday morning I find myself nervously contemplating a deadly and precipitous looking affair in one of our leading ski resorts. I try to practice a couple of times Sunday mornings; no other competitor does. the Norwegians jumped out of their cribs several times in perfect form when they were a little younger, and have been arriving at competitions at 2 P.M. Sundays ever since--just in time to win and roar off to the nearest Hofbrau House.

So, in beautiful solitude with only a few bored workmen tacking up pennants around the stands, I soar off. (Newspapers say "soar"--I would say plummet is more accurate). Everything is fine. I'm as relaxed as I ever am--just a couple of convulsive twitches as I peer down the scaffold. But I always jump well Sunday mornings--except for that time I broke my back, and the other time I carried away the better part of my forearm. As a rule, though, it is then I jump most gracefully for me and plod happily back to the competitors' hut for a bit of lunch.

I've about gotten thru a cup of coffee, when someone taps me on the back, "If you're competing you'd better sign in now," he says. That's the end of my appetite. They say you never realize how close the war is until your husband, or son, or roommate gets killed in it. Well, it's the same with jumping. You never fully realize how close you are to returning to dust till you sing that vicious slip. It says something about if you break your neck, you can't say it was the hill's fault, and it reminds you that in case of death you mustn't let your heirs sue the club.

"Whoopee!" I think to myself as I struggle to get my sixteen-pound skis over my shoulder: "At long last I can crack up with legality." Slowly we trudge up the hill, 300 steps or more on a good one. The crowd is beginning to gather. They look at the climbing competitors hungrily. The Romans had the same look when they watched the Christians led to the Arena. A guy shoots off in a practice jump. I watch him over my shoulder. He bounces once on his back, twice on his side, and he's ready for his next jump. Then we're at the top, get our numbers, pin them on, and start waxing feverishly. Don't need to wax but everyone does -- it's good for the nerves. My number is 32 this time. When number 20 comes down I start up the scaffold. It's VERY tense at the top. Somebody is saying something about me in Norwegian. I wonder what. Devlin and Tokle are talking quietly in the corner. "Remember zat fall at Brattleboro last week?" says Torger.

"You mean that boy who lay at the bottom with his foot and ski slowly making complete turns on the end of his leg?"

"Yea, yea," says Torger, enthusiastically, but I hear no more. The loud speaker is bellowing out my name, number and the fact that I go to Yale. I'm sorry about that last announcement. Yale had enough of a disgrace in the last football season. But down I go, faster and faster. The end of the take-off seems to be coming right along. I straighten up with a snap. For the first time I can see the landing hill and the crowd. I feel awfully high up. I try to think about form; it improves just a hair. I wish I could think faster. Then whack I hit the hill and zoom out on the level--that's one thing I can do as well as anybody.

I ski by the crowd. Once at Bear Mountain I looked at them. Everyone looked disappointed. Not that I wasn't good, that wasn't the reason. When they heard the word "Yale" in the announcement, I guess they all moved toward the ambulance, their Roman blood flushing their cheeks. the suddenly, there I was at the bottom, the stretcher wasn't needed -- not that time. I've never looked at that wicked group which makes up a jumping audience since. Often, though, I please them.