Dorothy Magazine lived in Pennsylvania as a child and her and four of her best friends graduated from high school and went directly into nursing school. They were due to graduate within a month and the news was that the DRAFT for the Korean War was going to come down and hit all nurses. They wanted to be in charge of their future and at least pick which branch to serve, so they all went down one Saturday afternoon and enlisted in the United States Air Force.
Dorothy served as a nurse in the AF during the Korean War and helped save many lives and help make the last moments of some better. Her heart for people is truly amazing.
She met her husband in the AF. She smiles as she tells this part because she was an officer and he was enlisted. She loved the fact that she outranked him, but says she NEVER had an argument with him that she needed to pull her rank. (How precious is she?)
They soon married and were stationed in Alaska (before it was even a state) and she became pregnant with her first son, Frank. She hid her pregnancy for as long as possible, but at 6 months, the Air Force found out and she was discharged. (At that time, you could not be pregnant and in the Air Force.)
Dorothy had three more babies and her husband and her wrapped their lives around family. Mr. Magazine and Dorothy were more in love than any two people I had ever heard about. The two older boys were the pride and joy of Mr Magazine and the girls stole his heart. Mr. Magazine made Christmas magical and spoiled Dorothy to pieces and put up enough lights for the ENTIRE neighborhood. It was his favorite time of the year.
Mr. Magazine went to work for an oil company after he retired from the AF. While in Saudi Arabia on business, he fell ill, slipped into a coma, and never recovered. This was almost 15 years ago and Dorothy still feels robbed from the love of her life.
Dorothy's health is declining and she can no longer live by herself in Pennsylvania, so she is moving to Baton Rouge with Frank. She feels like such a burden and HATES to bother Frank and his family with her presence.
I cannot imagine a family that could possibly be more blessed than a family with the honor of Dorothy living with them.
Dorothy flew back to Pennsylvania last month, sold her house, and is now lives with Frank in Baton Rouge.
When I asked her what she was gonna miss the most she said, "All the Christmas cards from my friends and some good Jewish rye bread."
Before I got off the plane, I gave Dorothy a hug and asked her address. She gave it to me and YOU BETTER BELIEVE she is getting a Christmas card from me.
But more than ANYTHING I would like to fill her mailbox with cards and her heart with love this Christmas.
If you can find the time (Like RIGHT NOW. Go get a pen I will wait...), send a Christmas card to Dorothy. You can just say...
"My friend Catherine sat beside you on your flight and told me what an absolute ANGEL you are. Thank you for you dedication to our country and the difference you have made and ARE making in the lives of so so many."
Or something like that. SMILES!
Anyhoo, send away my peeps. And if anyone is Jewish (cause I thought I was, but I'm not - but that is a story for later) and knows anything about good Jewish Rye Bread PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE mail her some. Email me the costs and I will gladly pay it for you.
So PLEASE as a favor to me, send Dorothy a card and then leave me a comment and let me know what you said to her. Trust me, she is worth the time.
12477 Coursey Blvd
Baton Rouge, LA 70816
PS I am a lover not a fighter. But so help me God if you are some weird cracko that does something evil with this address, I will track you down and make you snort glitter and slide you down a banister of razor blades into a pool of rubbing alcohol. I will still love and accept you at the end of the day, but you will pay dearly for your cruel acts. Mmmmm-Kay?
Big Pink Fuzzy Heart With Glitter,