Speaking of music in her life , I distinctly remember that her favorite hymn was Holy, Holy, Holy.  Here are the words:
Holy, Holy, Holy
Audrey Assad
Holy, holy, holy!
Lord God Almighty
early in the morning
our song shall rise to Thee
Holy, holy, holy!
Merciful and mighty
God in three persons
Blessed Trinity!
Holy, holy, holy
Though the darkness hide thee
Though the eye of sinful man
Thy glory may not see
Only Thou art holy,
There is none beside Thee
perfect in power, in love and purity.
Holy, holy, holy
Lord God Almighty
Oh thy works shall praise Thy name
In earth and sky and sea
Holy, holy, holy
Merciful and mighty
God in three persons
Blessed Trinity
oh God in three persons
Blessed Trinity!
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: KEITH GREEN / JOHN B. DYKES / REGINALD HERBER
Holy, Holy, Holy lyrics © Word Music LLC, Brickman Songs, Dayspring Music LLC, Neil A Kjos Music Company, Jrm Music, Dunamis Music, WORD MUSIC, LLC, NEW SPRING PUBLISHING INC, DAYSPRING MUSIC, LLC, UNIVERSAL TUNES, A.D.O. SONGS OF UNIVERS, UNIVERSAL MUSIC MGB SONGS OBO BIRDWING MUSIC

Music and especially singing were a big part of Dottie's early years.  Starting with Junior Choir at Bethlehem Reformed Church and then on to every School chorus that the years brought along.  We also sang duets, Dottie soprano and me alto.  One in particular that we prepared for Oma and Opa's 50th Wedding Anniversary in '57 was 
He
Tammy Wynette
He can turn the tides and calm the angry sea;
He alone decides who writes a symphony;
He lights every star that makes the darkness bright;
He keeps watch all through each long and lonely night;
He still finds the time to hear a child's first prayer;
Saint or sinner calls and always finds him there.
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live,
He'll always say, "I forgive."
He can grant a wish or make a dream come true;
He can paint the clouds and turn to gray the blue;
He alone is there to find a rainbow's end;
He alone can see what lies beyond the bend;
He can touch a tree and turn the leaves to gold;
He knows every lie that you and I have told.
Though it makes him sad to see the way we live,
He'll always say, "I forgive."
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Jack Richards / Richard Mullan

I remember Dottie.
I was the newest bride in the Eaves clan  way back then and still very shy.  Dottie would tease, "We need to look around the room to see if you're here." and then she'd give me a big hug.


Dear Beth and family,
Dottie was one of a kind lady with her sarcastic attitude that always kept you on your toes.   I never knew what was going to pop out of her mouth and most of the time she was as shocked as everyone else.     She was loved and is missed.     Rest In Peace my sweet friend.      You are all in my thoughts and prayers.

Something no one would remember but Dottie and me was our summer overnights with Oma and Opa.  Dottie and Oma had the same crooked pinkie finger.  And besides that, they both could find all the four leaf clovers in the patch!  And Oma was good at cooking us stuff we really liked, like fruit soup with farina dumplings. 

Dottie was named after Oma whose name was Dora.  Dorothea means God's gracious gift.  And named Elizabeth after our mom.  Elizabeth means My God is bountiful or Consecrated one.  Dottie lived up to these names -- a gift from God who was generous to a fault, always giving.  She had an extremely kind heart, taking in every stray.
     
Oma taught us the short bedtime prayer that we always said in German: Ich bin klein.  Translated it said, "I am small.  My heart is clean.  No one will live in there but Jesus alone."
    
Dottie picked up German from our grandparents and could converse well with them.

Oma used to say of her, "When that one comes into the room, LIFE comes into the room!"  :)   
    
Our overnights meant the old folks would put the mattress off their bed onto the floor for Dottie and me, and they would sleep on the box spring.  After it was quiet and dark, we would hear them reciting the many verses of the bedtime prayer, Mude bin ich geh zu ruh'. (for those who know that one.)  Reverence for God was deeply imbedded in our heritage.  





There was only one Christmas that Dad wasn't there, and I'm thinking it must have been when he had his appendix out.  That's when Dottie and I had almost the full responsibility for tending the cows, the milking, the calving, the feeding and bedding.  She even did a good job with the manure spreader.  Backing that 2 wheeler down the manure collection pit was the only thing she didn't master.  That's when the gruff old German farmer nearby, Mr Berberick, came and helped us out.  

Yep, we delivered calves together.  She loved telling about me doing that.  We were hearty!  Never lost one on our watch.  

Twice this year the song I'll Be Home For Christmas has caught my attention in stores.  I don't really like it, syruppy, sad.  But today I realized, Dottie got to go Home for Christmas.

Dottie is going to miss Christmas this year.  And I'm going to miss her!  My earliest Christmas memories are of her and me being shipped off to Pa Traeg's place (mom's dad) for Christmas Eve day, and then driving home in the dark seeing all the Christmas lights and homes where Santa had already visited, always wondering if He got to our home ahead of us.  And of course he always did!  According to the German tradition, we always celebrated Christmas on Christmas Eve.  

Our presents were almost always identical.  Always equal.  I don't remember her getting special treatment for being two years older.  I do remember the year we got our first cowboy guns (we were big into cowboys and Indians!).  And how I whopped her on the head like I saw them doing all the time on TV.  Our TV watching was only at Oma and Opa's place on Saturday mornings, the grand home where they worked for the President of Canada Dry.  Did she ever howl!  Yep, I got some time out for that.

Stocking, oh yes the stockings hung by the chimney with care.  Always an orange in each one because they were rare for us, and Mom had uncles in the grocery business in Brooklyn (???) who always sent a wonderful care package of treat foods. 

A very favorite Christmas gift I remember from her was getting my own house key in a blue Buxton key holder.  Must have been in my early teens.  

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Dorothea "Dottie" McAuliffe

8 avril 1942 – 3 décembre 2019

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