Oxnard-- Well, it’s Saturday night, and I’m having trouble sleeping once again. That means it’s time to start the next edition of the Sentry.
IT’S the day before Mother’s Day, and like everyone else, my thoughts are drifting to my dear departed Mother, Dolores T. Frost, who passed away in 2004.
I’ve written about my Mother, affectionately known as “Ga,” before, and the last time I talked about racing across the Country frantically as lung cancer ended her life.
There was a lot more to Ga than her ending, starting with nursing me to health, as I was born weak. I was a breach born in the 50s.
Ga picked us up from school each afternoon and would drop us off after she drove my Father, good old Woody, who took the railroad to work each morning.
My Mother didn’t work; however, she kept the house immaculate, cooked dinners that still make me salivate, and ensured my homework was done correctly and neatly. In other words, she worked 24/7.
She always ensured we had hot lunch money, and when we were low on cash, Ga made great lunches that would wow my classmates!
She was a referee; I would…
