"He bellowed, 'Who are we?' We all waited for the answer. Then he whispered, 'We are our stories.' "

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Dorothy Kaasa

Dor was 94, the last of her generation. In 1972, within months of each other, both of Dor's sisters, Edna Jensen and Florence Hanson, died of breast cancer. In many ways Dor became like a mother to the adult children of those women, as well as her own. Her husband Bud died 11 years ago. Today we buried their ashes together under the grass of the Clarks Grove cemetery.

Dor was pretty computer savvy. In 2010 she copied, printed and saved this blog posting. It was tacked to a bulletin board along with various photos on a memory board at the funeral home.

Addy's Dorothy

Ad has had Dorothy for as long as she can remember. Dorothy was named after the maker, her mother's Aunt Dorothy, the last living grandma of the generation. At the time Dorothy was made where were a series of marketing driven teddy bears called Care Bears. Dorothy Bear was loosely based on these. Among the other stuffed toys, Ad was given a couple of the factory Care Bears. They were okay I guess, but they were not real, and so went up on a shelf in the closet. Dorothy never went on a shelf. She shared Ad's bed and comforted her on long nights. Over the years Dorothy became worn from too much love. The felt hearts wore off, the eyes fell off and her fur became noticeably thin. Eventually the eyes were replaced, she got a little additional stuffing and Dorothy got a felt heart transplant. Ad took Dorothy along to college and then to her apartment in Minneapolis after she graduated.  

Ashes To Ashes, Dust to Dust - Gunnar

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