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I was born at Blanding, Utah on October 8 , 1918. There was no doctor so I was delivered by a midwife, Sister Myrtle Palmer, who delivered many Blanding babies. I weighed only three pounds, and my first crib was a shoebox kept warm by a hot water bottle. I guess the Lord wanted me to live because I thrived. My grandmother, Lucy Zina Lyman Redd, knitted little socks for me which she said were the size of dolly socks, and Aunt Irene Redd who lived just across the street told me I was so small I could fit in a quart bottle.
My father was L. Frank Redd, the son of Lemuel Hardison Redd, Jr. and Lucy Zina Lyman of Blanding, Utah, and my mother was Nettie Rebecca Rose Redd, daughter of Hyrum Oliver Rose and Catherine Elizabeth Hoopes Rose of Weston, Idaho. My parents met while both were serving as LDS Missionaries in the Central States Mission. After my mother was released from her mission my father travelled from Blanding, Utah, to Salt Lake City to claim her as his bride in the Salt Lake Temple. Their first home was the little rock house just north of Uncle Wayne Redd's home. The little house was called "the lambing shed" because it was just large enough for a married couple, and when the first baby came along they had to find larger quarters, so this was my first home in Blanding.
When I was eight our family moved to Monticello and I have lived here ever since. I didn't want to leave my friends and cousins and my dear grandmother Redd in Blanding, but after a period of adjustment I grew to love Monticello.
I was anxious to learn to play the piano. My first lessons were from Mr. Andrew Borgeson, our music teacher at the elementary school. We first learned to read the notes and play on a cardboard keyboard. We did not have a piano at home, so I coaxed my parents to get one, which they finally did by making payments of $5.00 per month. When I was 12 years old I became MIA stake organist on the stake board of sister Cornelia Perkins. I also became the ward organist, which position I have held for most of the past 60 years. Time for a change here! I have also held positions in all of the auxiliary organizations, as well as President of the Monticello Ward Relief Society and Stake President of the San Juan Stake YWMIA. I have enjoyed my associations with many wonderful people in my church callings.
When I was 16 I was graduated from Monticello High School in 1935 along with my two fellow graduates--Ruth Frost (Bloomfield Hinckley) and DeVere Halls. This last winter 100% of our original graduating class (all three of us!) met in Mesa, Arizona to celebrate our 56th anniversary of graduation from MHS in 1935. I attended Utah State Agricultural College in Logan, Utah for two years. I left there in 1937 to take a job as secretary for the Farm Security Administration in Monticello, which job I held for three years.
On October 15, 1940 I was married to Clarence Alfred Frost, the son of Clarence Alford Frost, Sr. and Seraphine Smith Frost, a very fine family who came here from Arizona and were engaged extensively in farming. I had known Alfred when we were in school, but until he returned from the Western States Mission in 1938 we had never had much association, since he was a few years ahead of me in school. We were sealed in the Salt Lake Temple for time and eternity by David Broadbent.
Our first home was a little apartment on the south end of the Navajo Trail Motel; then my in-laws added a room to their house and made a little apartment where we lived until Alfred was drafted into the army during World War II. After his basic training was completed I was able to join him in Camp Maxey, Texas; the next move was to Detroit to the Chrysler Tank School; the last move was to Aberdeen Proving Ground, Maryland at the ordnance depot. I was employed as a secretary at each of these three locations. When Alfred finished his training at these schools he returned to Camp Maxey before being sent overseas to England, France, and Germany.
I returned to Monticello and lived with my parents until our first child, Teresa, was born on September 18, 1944. Alfred was able to get a leave to come home to Monticello and give a name and blessing to our baby. I was still confined to bed so couldn't go for the blessing, but I was grateful that her father could come and see his first child and me before leaving because we had no idea how long it would be before he could return. Teresa was 18 months old before Alfred did return to the U.S.A. It seemed like a long and lonely time while he was gone, and there was always a dread that he would be injured or killed in the war. Fortunately our prayers for his safety were answered and he returned to us in 1946.
While Alfred was overseas we purchased a little frame house which was originally built by Wilmer Bronson in 1920. When Alfred returned we lived here and we continued in the farming business. We planned to build a new home in the fall of 1948 after the crops were in, but on President's Day--January 30, 1948--our house was destroyed by fire. We lived in Alfred's parents' home while Morris Nelson built the new home for us. We moved into our nice brick home in the spring of 1948 and have lived here since. June 5, 1948 our first son, Jeffrey Alfred Frost, was born; Jane on August 7, 1950; our precious baby Rae was born November 17, 1951 and died that same day; Spencer Hardison was born February 25, 1953; and our youngest son, Dan Sterling, was born August 9, 1955. Our children are our greatest blessing.
All five of our children are married now and have families of their own. We now have 25 grandchildren and one great-grandchild. All of the children were married in the temple. They all attended college. Teresa, Jane, and Dan graduated and received their degrees, and Jeff and Spencer are just a few credits short of graduation. All of the boys and Jane filled LDS missions, and all are active in their wards.
In 1964 when our youngest son, Dan, entered kindergarten I accepted a position as secretary in the district office of the San Juan County School Board. They needed help and I thought it would be interesting to see if I still retained any of my skills, so I decided I would work for about a year. Of course, it turned out to be three years in that position, and then I was offered a position as manager of the San Juan County Office of the South Eastern Utah Title Company. This was a challenge to learn something new. Two years ago I retired after working 25 years for the title company.
I have a firm testimony of the gospel of Jesus Christ, and it is my earnest desire that our children and grandchildren will live the gospel and that we can all return to our Heavenly Father as an eternal family.
(Written by Maxine Frost on June 22, 1992 in Monticello, Utah)