Oxnard—The first time I fell in love was the moment my blessed Mother, Dolores McGurr-Frost, held my body in her arms. That same day, my Father, Ward R. Frost Jr., patiently waited for my 27-hour delivery and held his second Son. My Father had a Son and a Daughter from his first marriage.
SHORTLY after that, my Grandparents, Jack McGurr and Lucy Nitolo-McGurr, were there, and with my Father’s Parents, Ward R. Frost Sr., and Eveleen Donohue-Frost, they held me in their arms, and I adored them each time.
My Aunt Mary McGurr and Uncle Robert “Duke” Snyder greeted me at the hospital. I would later in life call them my second parents, and my love for Aunt Mary continues to this day. Rest in Peace, my beloved Uncle.
When my Parents brought me home, I was greeted by my big Sister, Nanci, who later would call me Chixtafá.
My Mother had two best friends, Cynthia May and Madelyn McAdam, who held me, who talked, laughed, and, once again, I was in love.
We were all in love, and I was carefully watched by my Doctor, Gerald V. Farignola, because I was a breech birth in the 1950’s, and…
