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On June 28, 2014, excepting those who were physically unable, all of the Frost family, including our Canadian family, met to celebrate the lives of my father, Charles  E. Frost, and my mother, Alma M. Frost (his beloved wife of 71 years).  We met upon their land – in an area where they often worked to put up a winter’s supply of wood and to spend time enjoying the great pleasures of nature bestowed upon all of us by our creator.  An honor guard was present and began the ceremony followed by a young bagpiper , Charles, playing ‘Anchors Aweigh’ (Dad served in the United States Navy during World War II).  Introductions were made, followed by an opening prayer.  A dear friend of Dad, Carolyn Cowan sang ‘Galway Bay’, a favorite of Dad’s.  She was accompanied by the bagpiper.  Their ashes were spread over the land they loved by my sister, Charlene and myself .  A benediction was offered.  Megan Prince blessed us with the playing of ‘Taps’

The second part of the ceremony began after the flags were retired.  Many memories were offered by each member of the families.  Tears of joy and remembrance flowed.  I believe Mom & Dad were proud.  This part of the ceremony was concluded by the playing of ‘Amazing Grace’ by the piper.  All joined in led by Carolyn, Charlene and myself.  Immediately following was the party that Mom & Dad had requested.

Love, friendship, food and proper libation flowed.  All were treated to a very talented country /bluegrass duo by the name of ‘Gravel Road’, who added to the joyous occasion.  Although they had agreed to play until 7 or 8 PM, they played until nearly midnight.  Many of Dad’s poems were read during the evening.  It was truly a joyous celebration.

Thank you Jesus, for the gift of Charles and Alma Frost.  Thank you for all the wisdom and love that they gave, and continue to give, to each of us.




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We are still here. New posts from my Dad’s works are forthcoming. Please bear with me as I strive to become 1/10 as organized as he was.

Thank you

Bruce E. Frost

A lot is going on at the present time. There are more words from my Dad forthcoming. He may have joined my Mom but he has left some additional thoughts behind. Also the Nether Folk Story will continue as per his wishes. The information regarding Dad’s first book and how to obtain a copy will be made available within the next few months. I am sorry for the delay. He loved life, he loved people and he loved his readers. I hope I am worthy to continue his work.

Bruce E. Frost (son)

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Cannot perform magical tricks,
Fly a plane or row a dory,
Don’t shoot pool no, not that,
But can tell a child a story.

That’s not an accomplishment,
You say, just try it my friend.
Did the child laugh, did he cry
Or did he hug you, ask for more?

That means nothing you say.
Children are you, growing up
Think, how happy you were for
Mom and dad’s close attentions.

A child needs to play with others
And you to round his education.
Closeness is a must ‘tween all the
Family.  It’s a mutual celebration.

Story time, wherever, is party time
For one and all.  Tell one, listen,
Laugh, even cry, a family together
One on one is a ball.  Don’t miss it!


Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
November 15, 2011

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The familiar cry, rings out just at twilight.
The woodbox is empty boys, let’s go
Whose turn is it now, not mine, the reply
It sounds like an echo from Jim and Joe

One of you can shovel snow for a path.
From the barn to the house.
There is discussion ‘tween the boys
Silence takes over, ‘tis quiet as a mouse

Dad looks at Mom and goes to the door,
Looks out says, no path to the wood shed
No boys. He hollers. Come in! Joe and Jim.
They’re snow covered from toes to head

His belt in his hand, his face all red ,sez
Quietly now, “Out! behind the barn!”
What happens out there , no one is sure.
But I do, that’s life, out there, on the farm

Everyone does feel the sting of the belt
When they get it, they know and feel pain
Repent it and know, not to do it again.
It’s a heavenly law.

Copyright ©2011 Charles E. Frost
January 31, 2011

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In the beginning given to us is, a child
Not free but, with an obligation attached
To rear him to adulthood with care
We are not given rules, look to the past

In the future, will you change your course?
From mistakes made lessons are learned
The child will benefit and I hope you will too
The wish, that this knowledge not to be spurned

Therefore if succession means anything at all
The teacher has learned, expanded his worth
As Parent and Teacher, Here on this Earth
The child is the happiest, shaking with mirth

I wonder what happened when I was a lad
Parents were grumpy, Teachers were mean
Why did they not get together just a tad
That would have been lovely, O’ what a scene

O’ well, my mother is gone, dad? He is too.
you ask ‘bout their teachers,They’re in absentee
How about a middleman O no, not three
Why of course, the Child, that be me.

Copyright © 2011 Charles E. Frost
January 17 2011

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