It is always too soon to say good-bye to a dear friend. I’ve been gathering little beads of memories. Dorothy and I began our friendship when the Meeting was held at Theasles Farm where we could all go and enjoy the outdoors. Dorothy and Daniel and Joseph and I went hiking together following one of the fence lines a long long way. I knew Dorothy was a friend to me when Daniel spoke to me.
One thing I remember was her laugh and gentle perverse sense of humor. We commiserated over the ending of our marriages. We were joyful and amazed by Matthew’s arrival. She inspired me with her ethic of reading a good book before dusting.
We comforted each other when first Rachel went to live in a teepee at Earlham and the Joseph went away to Scattergood. She could cut to the core of any issue with a clarity that was remarkable. I’m thankful for the privilege of her counting me as one of her friends.
Jan Powell at Dorothy's Memorial Service