Tribute to Lucinda Henrietta Wilson Frost Willis, February 26, 1893 to July 5, 1986, by her granddaughter Judith Bloomfield Valimaki
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She was known as Louie, Aunt Louie, Grandma, Grandma Louie and Mama.
We have a hard time telling people how much this little soul has meant to us. We have been a five generation family now for 13 years.
You don't just know Grandma, you love her.
Grandma was born in Monticello, Utah the seventh of ten children. She grew up out at Spring Creek, moving into Monticello when she was fourteen. Her family had the first house in Monticello with a lumber roof. She married my Grandpa, Heber Frost, in 1912.
With only an eighth grade education, she later ran several businesses, including the County Assessors Office. She helped her Great Grandchildren with their arithmetic and laughingly said her ABC's backwards to her Great Great Grandchildren. Eight children from out east of Monticello knew her home as their home. Two Indian children called her Mama.
My Grandma and Grandpa had hearts as big as the world.They knew no strangers. They probably didn't even know what the word bigot meant.
If you were poor, needy, desperate or a widow, you knew that Louie and Heb would help out. They refused to lock their front door at night - what if someone needed to come in! The more money they made, the more they gave away.
They taught us all that love and compassion are empty words. They weren't much on hugging and kissing, but I always knew I was loved by them. They showed their love in ways that to them counted more. They were always there. The legacy they leave us can not be equaled. I can not remember a time that I haven't wanted to be just like Grandma and Grandpa. I will cherish forever something that Grandma said to me just before she died: "Whenever I've had a crisis, I open my eyes and you are by my side."
No one person has been given a grander gift than when God saw fit to give me my Grandma and Grandpa.
I love you both dearly. We all love you, and oh, how we miss you already. But of one thing I am sure, we will be together again.
I love you, Grandma - I love you, Grandpa. -- Judy
Heber and Louie Frost, early pioneers, by Ruth Frost Bloomfield-Hinkley (daughter) in The San Juan Record September 11, 1996
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A Centennial sampler
Heber Frost and Louie Wilson were both born in February, 1893, Heber in Snowflake, Arizona and Louie in Monticello, Utah.
Heber and his family came to Monticello to make brick for the Mormon church which replaced the log church of 1888. They also made brick for the George Adams home and the schoolhouse where City Park is now located.
Heber and Louie became aware of each other in their early teens. Louie's parents, Nicholas and Phoenetta Jane Wilson, lived at Spring Creek at the foot of the Blues. Heber would ride horseback - only he knew where - to see the pretty, curly-headed girl. It was love at first sight. They were married October 2, 1912 in the Salt Lake City LDS Temple. They were 19 years old.
Heber and his two brothers, Clarence and Wilford, homesteaded Dodge Point, each taking a third. They took their brides there, planted their farms, and started their families.
In 1920 with the harvest finished and the granaries loaded with wheat, Heber and Louie's granary caught fire and was completely destroyed. They moved to Monticello for the winter in a small, two-room home just west of the Adams home. Heber didn't want to farm anymore.
When Heber saw his first car, he was fascinated with it and knew what he wanted to do, so he bought a car. There were no decent roads at that time - just wagon roads, cow and horse trails that wound through deep, sandy and muddy ruts.
Heber had a blacksmith make some Fresnos, a two-up and a four-up. A two-up was a small metal scoop shovel pulled with two horses - a four-up was a large metal scoop shovel that took four horses to move it. They would move the dirt - a forerunner of present-day bulldozers.
State road commissioners saw his talent and natural engineering knowledge and made him San Juan County Road Commissioner.
The cow and wagon trails were soon straightened, graded, and gravel added. They built the first graded and graveled roads in the area, including Cottonwood Wash, Hatch Wash, Butler Hill, Comb Wash, Recapture Hill, Long Canyon, Peter's Hill and the road east from Monticello to the state line.
Heber and Louie had two service stations. One, the Eagleberger Station, was built at the front of the Perkins rock house, where they also built a cafe. Heber would take a Model A truck to Dolores, Colorado and bring gas for the service station in barrels.
In the middle of the Great Depression, a steady stream of Model A's came from the east, on their way to California. Some of the families stayed in San Juan County - a farm could be homesteaded for $1 an acre.
Heber and Louie loved helping people. Children from the farmland lived with them in the winter so they could go to school.
Every Fourth of July, at the first sign of daybreak, Heber set off a large explosion of dynamite at the old town pond and race track (where the hospital now stands). It would literally shake the dishes in people's cupboards and the glass windows would rattle, but it did get the people up.
For many years, residents would load wagons with homemade ice cream freezers and go up close to the Horsehead. There they would pick wild strawberries, raspberries, and gooseberries, get snow from the north side of the hills, and have ice cream in July.
Heber was county commissioner several times, in addition to road commissioner. He was mayor, CCC supervisor, and county assessor.
Heber also served as deputy sheriff during a wild time in San Juan County. Posey, the Ute chief, caused a lot of problems and fear to the Mormon settlers.
Forty years later, a four-year-old great grandson of Posey, Mark Anthony Wells, was given to Heber and Louie to raise. The family adored him. Mark was not well. He died at 27 years.
Louie always had a cafe. She was a famous cook - her bread, biscuits and pie would melt in your mouth. She could cook them in a dutch oven if necessary.
Heber died of a heart attack in 1954 at age 61. At his funeral, the chapel and cultural hall were full, overflowing into the halls and onto the lawns.
Louie died in 1986, at age 93, after a bad fall. Heber and Louie had three children of their own. The first, Helen, died at birth. Bruce came next, then Ruth. Last, but not least was the dearly loved Mark Anthony Wells.
At this time, 1996, the living posterity includes daughter Ruth, granddaughter Judy, six great-grandchildren, 20 great-great-grandchildren, and one great-great-great grandchild.