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 The Reverend Sydney Smith, an entertaining 19th Century English clergyman, once wrote that his idea of Heaven was “eating pâté de foie gras to the sound of trumpets”. I’m not quite sure what Dorothy thought of foie gras, but, for her sake, I’d like to think that there’s room in Heaven for a (small) B&B—and that the trumpets are not too loud… 

There’s a danger when you try to describe someone in just a few words that you reduce them to a string of adjectives and an adverb or two. Dorothy was indeed kind, shrewd, astoundingly well-informed, and endlessly patient (she would also have been extremely embarrassed to read these descriptions), but those who knew her know that her qualities amounted to more—much more—than that. Still, for now I will just add that she was a friend—a great friend—of a good number of us around here. She will be missed. She will be remembered.  R.I.P. 


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