Dorathy and I sometimes celebrated holidays together by going to Tea. For So I  broke out the Welsh Tea Pot, inherited from her grandma, Gagu,  and have been enjoying a pot of morning tea each morning while  on winter break.  Thanks Mom, Grandma Mary and Gagu, for your heritage, tradition and joy of simple things. 

Great memories

Just cleared some Christmas decorations from mantel and moved 2 small glass jars with sand from Dorathy as she knew I loved the beach as she did!! Go by her place many times as friends still there I was fortunate to have been invited to join the family at Maggianos for her BD dinner

Grace Welter

Happy Heavenly Birthday Aunt Dottie. 

So many memories...laughter, poetry, singing, bird calls, family stories....I'm blessed with so many Dorathy events! Also sock complements! I'm richer for our time together.

I can’t even remember when our correspondence started, but Aunt D. and I have been writing to each other pretty regularly for the last six or seven years. Every letter she sent was funny and warm and beautifully written and she would often include original poetry, which was also funny and warm and beautifully written. She also included photos of her brother—my grandfather—and her father, my great grandpa, when he was in high school. I’m pretty sure it was the first time I’d seen his face. I'd share every letter with my wife, who got to know Aunt D. through the letters and also got to learn about our family history from an expert. Anyway, the correspondence continued all the way up to last month, with long letters, interspersed with holiday cards and such. In fact, I received a card from Aunt D. postmarked May 16, which I received after we’d gotten the news of her passing. The front of the card is a photo of a tiny plane, off in the distance, flying into the clouds. (Even her card choices were poetic. Sheesh.) On the outside of the card, she wrote hi to my son, her great-great grandnephew. That's right. Two "greats." I have the card right here, and all the letters she wrote over the years are safely stored away, too. I’ll plan a letter-reading party when my son is old enough to hear about our family history. It really feels like an important and priceless archive at this point. I’m going to miss our correspondence and I’m really going to miss my Great Aunt D. She was the best of the best. In fact, she really was Great-Great. 

My sympathies to all of you on Dorathy's passing. I will remember her fondly for her forthright and fun-loving nature, her cultured tastes, her singing voice -- and her pride and pleasure in her family.  I am glad to have known her over the years and am very grateful for her time with Sean.

Dorathy, Dottie, Doortree, Aunt D, Gram, Gee, Madre.  So many loving names for one loving person.  Thank you Christopher, my clever husband, for giving her the name Doortree!

My name for my Aunt Dottie has always been Aunt D. 

We could talk and talk for hours about Bird Lake or poetry. 

She's been an inspiration to Jory, Alyssa, Milo and me, 

So I hope this simple poem says how we'll miss her dearly.

 Love, Debbie 

My dearest Dorathy--

We shared such wonderful times together--meeting at our beloved "Goldenaires" singing group and we

clicked--!!   You always had my "Crown Royal" waiting for me -we enjoyed our cocktails

And playing Rummikub and lots of laughs

And==we went to the Poem classes -you--had such a talent--I loved your poems

And--I loved you and will miss you

Grace Welter

My Aunt Dorathy was and is a GEM. Love and Aloha Aunt Doortree! A hui hou..........

I already miss her so much. Sending all my love to her children and grandchildren. She was a treasure.