Dorothy Vivian Terry
Description: June 9, 1916–Feb. 5, 2009
My beautiful sister, Dorothy V. Terry, walked through the veil of eternity on Thursday morning, Feb. 5, and into the peace of heaven. She lived with her niece, Nancy, and died in the arms of Nancy’s husband, Johnny Camper.
Dorothy was born on June 9, 1916 to Fred and Nellie Childers in McAllen, Texas, and spent all of her younger years in that state. Her Daddy was killed in the oil fields when she was 6, which left Dorothy, her brother, two sisters and mother in the dark days of the 1920s. But my father, Lee LaMunyon, married Mother and three more children were added to her family.
Dorothy was a fashion model for a time and her perfumes always smelled so good to us farm kids who eagerly awaited her visits. All the days of her life she teased and laughed. She was magic to me as a freckle-faced little girl. One day, my girlfriend said, “She’s not really your sister, she’s only your half sister.” I socked her in the eye. We were always one family.
While living in Wichita Falls, Texas, she worked at The Minuet Inn, a famous steak house in those days that big cattle barons from all around flew in to eat at. Her life was then centered on having a “good time,” but in 1954 she began to think about her childhood spent at our grandmother’s knees, hearing about Jesus and what life was really about.
Touched by God, she put all of her goods in her car and drove to the house of our mother, Nellie LaMunyon, in Ojai. There, in repentance at the altar of a small church, she found Jesus as her Lord and savior. From that time on, she lived for God, first at the Fred Jordan Mission in Los Angeles, and then worked running computers for the Fifth Army, retiring in Tacoma, Wash.
Dorothy had no children, but she leaves behind a big, grateful family that she loved and indulged with forbidden bubble gum and other fun things.
Dorothy leaves LaVena Cramer of Tulsa, Okla.; Betty Howenstine of Carpinteria; Pat Minyard of Tehachapi; and her brother, S.L. LaMunyon of Scio, Ore. The rest have gone on before her.
To honor Dorothy, close friends will gather to have cake and coffee, and to talk about how good God is and how she loved him. For the others who read this, in remembrance take five minutes to think about the day God will call us saying, “Leave immediately and take nothing with you.”
Written by her devoted little sister, Pat.
Description: June 9, 1916–Feb. 5, 2009
My beautiful sister, Dorothy V. Terry, walked through the veil of eternity on Thursday morning, Feb. 5, and into the peace of heaven. She lived with her niece, Nancy, and died in the arms of Nancy’s husband, Johnny Camper.
Dorothy was born on June 9, 1916 to Fred and Nellie Childers in McAllen, Texas, and spent all of her younger years in that state. Her Daddy was killed in the oil fields when she was 6, which left Dorothy, her brother, two sisters and mother in the dark days of the 1920s. But my father, Lee LaMunyon, married Mother and three more children were added to her family.
Dorothy was a fashion model for a time and her perfumes always smelled so good to us farm kids who eagerly awaited her visits. All the days of her life she teased and laughed. She was magic to me as a freckle-faced little girl. One day, my girlfriend said, “She’s not really your sister, she’s only your half sister.” I socked her in the eye. We were always one family.
While living in Wichita Falls, Texas, she worked at The Minuet Inn, a famous steak house in those days that big cattle barons from all around flew in to eat at. Her life was then centered on having a “good time,” but in 1954 she began to think about her childhood spent at our grandmother’s knees, hearing about Jesus and what life was really about.
Touched by God, she put all of her goods in her car and drove to the house of our mother, Nellie LaMunyon, in Ojai. There, in repentance at the altar of a small church, she found Jesus as her Lord and savior. From that time on, she lived for God, first at the Fred Jordan Mission in Los Angeles, and then worked running computers for the Fifth Army, retiring in Tacoma, Wash.
Dorothy had no children, but she leaves behind a big, grateful family that she loved and indulged with forbidden bubble gum and other fun things.
Dorothy leaves LaVena Cramer of Tulsa, Okla.; Betty Howenstine of Carpinteria; Pat Minyard of Tehachapi; and her brother, S.L. LaMunyon of Scio, Ore. The rest have gone on before her.
To honor Dorothy, close friends will gather to have cake and coffee, and to talk about how good God is and how she loved him. For the others who read this, in remembrance take five minutes to think about the day God will call us saying, “Leave immediately and take nothing with you.”
Written by her devoted little sister, Pat.
Dorothy Vivian Terry
Description: June 9, 1916–Feb. 5, 2009
My beautiful sister, Dorothy V. Terry, walked through the veil of eternity on Thursday morning, Feb. 5, and into the peace of heaven. She lived with her niece, Nancy, and died in the arms of Nancy’s husband, Johnny Camper.
Dorothy was born on June 9, 1916 to Fred and Nellie Childers in McAllen, Texas, and spent all of her younger years in that state. Her Daddy was killed in the oil fields when she was 6, which left Dorothy, her brother, two sisters and mother in the dark days of the 1920s. But my father, Lee LaMunyon, married Mother and three more children were added to her family.
Dorothy was a fashion model for a time and her perfumes always smelled so good to us farm kids who eagerly awaited her visits. All the days of her life she teased and laughed. She was magic to me as a freckle-faced little girl. One day, my girlfriend said, “She’s not really your sister, she’s only your half sister.” I socked her in the eye. We were always one family.
While living in Wichita Falls, Texas, she worked at The Minuet Inn, a famous steak house in those days that big cattle barons from all around flew in to eat at. Her life was then centered on having a “good time,” but in 1954 she began to think about her childhood spent at our grandmother’s knees, hearing about Jesus and what life was really about.
Touched by God, she put all of her goods in her car and drove to the house of our mother, Nellie LaMunyon, in Ojai. There, in repentance at the altar of a small church, she found Jesus as her Lord and savior. From that time on, she lived for God, first at the Fred Jordan Mission in Los Angeles, and then worked running computers for the Fifth Army, retiring in Tacoma, Wash.
Dorothy had no children, but she leaves behind a big, grateful family that she loved and indulged with forbidden bubble gum and other fun things.
Dorothy leaves LaVena Cramer of Tulsa, Okla.; Betty Howenstine of Carpinteria; Pat Minyard of Tehachapi; and her brother, S.L. LaMunyon of Scio, Ore. The rest have gone on before her.
To honor Dorothy, close friends will gather to have cake and coffee, and to talk about how good God is and how she loved him. For the others who read this, in remembrance take five minutes to think about the day God will call us saying, “Leave immediately and take nothing with you.”
Written by her devoted little sister, Pat.
Description: June 9, 1916–Feb. 5, 2009
My beautiful sister, Dorothy V. Terry, walked through the veil of eternity on Thursday morning, Feb. 5, and into the peace of heaven. She lived with her niece, Nancy, and died in the arms of Nancy’s husband, Johnny Camper.
Dorothy was born on June 9, 1916 to Fred and Nellie Childers in McAllen, Texas, and spent all of her younger years in that state. Her Daddy was killed in the oil fields when she was 6, which left Dorothy, her brother, two sisters and mother in the dark days of the 1920s. But my father, Lee LaMunyon, married Mother and three more children were added to her family.
Dorothy was a fashion model for a time and her perfumes always smelled so good to us farm kids who eagerly awaited her visits. All the days of her life she teased and laughed. She was magic to me as a freckle-faced little girl. One day, my girlfriend said, “She’s not really your sister, she’s only your half sister.” I socked her in the eye. We were always one family.
While living in Wichita Falls, Texas, she worked at The Minuet Inn, a famous steak house in those days that big cattle barons from all around flew in to eat at. Her life was then centered on having a “good time,” but in 1954 she began to think about her childhood spent at our grandmother’s knees, hearing about Jesus and what life was really about.
Touched by God, she put all of her goods in her car and drove to the house of our mother, Nellie LaMunyon, in Ojai. There, in repentance at the altar of a small church, she found Jesus as her Lord and savior. From that time on, she lived for God, first at the Fred Jordan Mission in Los Angeles, and then worked running computers for the Fifth Army, retiring in Tacoma, Wash.
Dorothy had no children, but she leaves behind a big, grateful family that she loved and indulged with forbidden bubble gum and other fun things.
Dorothy leaves LaVena Cramer of Tulsa, Okla.; Betty Howenstine of Carpinteria; Pat Minyard of Tehachapi; and her brother, S.L. LaMunyon of Scio, Ore. The rest have gone on before her.
To honor Dorothy, close friends will gather to have cake and coffee, and to talk about how good God is and how she loved him. For the others who read this, in remembrance take five minutes to think about the day God will call us saying, “Leave immediately and take nothing with you.”
Written by her devoted little sister, Pat.
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