Mother – December 28, 1910 to October 17, 2013

MotherThe last time I talked to Mother, when she was able to respond, she said, “You know I am leaving. I am flying out of here.” Today she flew. How lucky I have been to have the perfect mother for 73 years. Until a month ago she was still talking to her grandchild via Skype.

She was not always perfect (but close and still a lot of fun), which made her perfect. We were not always perfect and she understood. As one of her nurses said, “I hope she had a good flight.”


Lovely day! It all started with a 5K run at Coyote Point, an open space preserve on the east side of the Bay. The early morning was cold and foggy. I encountered a sudden shower on the freeway as I drove to the Dumbarton Bridge. The promise of wonderful vistas of the Bay and foothills along the course seemed remote. Fortunately I had a good jacket. At almost the moment the run started the sun came out and I regretted my decision not to check my jacket. Too late, and a good thing too. It was sunny, but with sudden cold gusts blowing in from the Bay. Continue reading

Frost Family gathered in Portland

An Engagement and a Graduation

A leisurely, but occasionally smoky, two-day drive up I-5 to Portland culminated in a three-day celebration of two memorable events: the engagement of Brian Frost and Sydney Eustrom and the graduation from nursing school of Julia Frost and Josh Caswell. Brian and Julia represent one of the more recent branches of the family tree. Participating with us in various parts of the celebration were parents Theresa and Tom Frost, grand-parents Chuck and Lou Frost, uncle Peter Frost, and a number of members of the Eustrom family. Here is a glimpse into the weekend.

Photo of my grandmother and my father when he was a baby

A Little History in Honor of my Grandmother

Anna Ayer Williams, my grandmother, and Frank Williams, my fatherMy grandmother must have been thrilled ninety-two years ago today. Women in the United States were granted the right to vote on August 26, 1920, when the 19th Amendment to the United States Constitution was certified. My father’s mother, Anna Ayer Williams (for whom I was named), was a young woman living in Niagara Falls, New York, when she was a suffragette.

By 1920 women had worked 72 years, since 1848, for this right. Widowed in 1915 when my father was six, my grandmother supported herself and my father by teaching in one room schools in small Iowa towns, living with families in those towns. I am honored to be her namesake.