S: Dorothy Jane Cook Guy - Celebrating 90 Years
BC: Dorothy | Mind | Body | Spirit
FC: Dorothy Jane Cook Guy Celebrating 90 Years
1: age 4 in Trinidad, CO | Dorothy Jane Cook Guy- Celebrating 90 Years Daughter, Sister, Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great Grandmother, Caretaker, Speaker, Organizer, Writer, Community Builder...
2: In Trinidad, CO at about age 4 with Don
3: There's Dorothy in the middle of the class, first grade?
5: In Montreal
7: Born in Bridgeport, CT March 22, 1922
8: Parents Nelle Reed Cook and Paul James Cook | Dorothy and brother David | Dorothy and brother Don
9: Dorothy, Don, David and Donna Jean with their grandmother Laura Frances Williams Cook | With David on the beach in St. Petersburg, Florida
10: To Dorothy on your 90th Birthday When I think of you, Dorothy, here are some of the adjectives that come to mind: courageous, funny, determined, reliable, generous, intelligent, witty, creative. When our children were all little, my three were always pestering to go to stay with you. Once I asked the boys why they liked to go to your house so much and one of them said, “Aunt Dorothy is fun and she plays with us.” You are, of course, ten years older than I am and I have always felt that you walked the path of life ahead of me carrying a torch to light my way. From my first memories I was watching you and noticing what you did. As you began to hit the vicissitudes of life, I took note of how you approached problems and solved them. I learned from your successes and triumphs, but I also learned from the struggles and mistakes that you acknowledged as you shared with me your feelings and your prayerful search for answers. My memories began the most vividly when you were a teenager, tall and beautiful. Don, David and Mother all teased me, but you and Daddy did not. Sometimes you even told Don to leave me alone. You also explained things to me patiently, especially when Mother was sick or things were difficult or tense at home. It must have been hard for you when we moved into the apartment and you had to share a bedroom with me. In those years you were having dates with boys and going out with girl friends to do fun things. I thought you were so glamorous, like a movie star. That feeling was deepened the few times I saw you perform. I felt the closest to you during the years that we both had children at home. If I had a childrearing problem, I knew you had already dealt with it and called you for advice. I had some different views about childrearing and also a very different style because we do not have the same temperament. No wonder my three loved to go to your house where you played board games and got down on the floor and joined in with whatever they were doing. I did craft projects, taught them to cook, did lots of things out doors and read to them. But I really never played with them like you did. I am grateful that you trusted me with your wonderful children because having them in my various homes enriched my life and sealed the bonds among the cousins. I feel close to all of them and think they are amazing.
11: The role of big sister was thrust upon you, but you fulfilled it well and in your own style. I sometimes benefited from your privations as a child of the Depression, because some of your gifts to me were motivated by things you had not had yourself. I especially remember a fake alligator purse you gave me one Christmas, you told me the color was called dubonnet and I loved that word. You also said, “When I was your age, we couldn’t afford pretty things like this.” The year I started High School, you told me you were going to give me a $1.00 a month for spending money so I could go have a coke with friends sometimes. Cokes were five cents in those days. I had never had an allowance, although I did do babysitting and earned a bit now and then. But having that spending money to rely on was so important to my self-esteem and happiness. Your steadfast faith in God and the spiritual framework of your life was an example to me as well. If I was worried about one of my children or Bill because of illness or accidents, I often called you and asked you to pray for them. I often thought to myself, “No matter what goes wrong, Dorth has probably already faced it.” We also shared our joys and successes, of course, but it was sharing the struggles that meant the most to me. You called the hospital room about an hour before Bill died and told me you were praying for me, that you knew how hard it would be, but you also knew that I was strong and would be all right. Then you said you’d hang up so I could get back to Bill. You were faithful and generous in your care of our parents in the later years. By reason of geography and mothers' expectations, you carried a heavier load. I am grateful that you have had so many years of life since you laid those burdens down, and that your own children have in turn been faithful and generous with you. You, my dear big sister, are part of the fabric of my life, how I lived it and who I am. I thank and love you. Nonny
12: To My Sister Dorothy on the Occasion of Her 90th Birthday from “Kid Brother” David I think it is fair to say that I had a reputation in my youth for being, shall we say, rather self-centered. Alas, though in my “mature 80’s”, I still bear the stain of this sin. In any case, this condition of my personality and character rendered my childhood memories fleeting at best. My dear younger sister, Donna Jean, has a prodigious memory from childhood and her tribute to you, Dorothy, is filled with great memories. I know by history that you spent a good deal of your own precious time helping to take care of me on Jenkintown Rd. and Menlo Ave. and Tyson Ave. And then took on the added burden of Nonny three years after me. But my personal memories of your direct involvement in my childhood are nil. I do remember our exciting trip on the train together to Florida to meet up with Don and Grandma Cook. I think I was around 12. We have a picture together on the beach in St. Petersburg that I love. It was the drive home in Don’s 1929 Buick that was most memorable because you and Don played some sort of prank on me which I believe had something to do with leaving me without any pants on in the back seat of the car. I hope I was fun to tease as I vaguely remember being a target of such teasing from you and Don. But it is really in my early and single adulthood where you became singularly important in my life by making me into a “favorite uncle”. It really began in Washington, D.C., I think on “T Street”, when I visited many weekends while stationed in Quantico, Virginia. There I delighted in playing with Tom, Greg, and Steve. You and Emory were always warm and loving on every subsequent visit throughout my life to date, and I especially coveted the delicious meals you fixed.
13: Since the time you settled on Carpenter Lane this grand house became intimately familiar to me over the years of visiting with both Ann the first and Anne the second. Along the way you added those three fabulous daughters, Cynthia, Rachel, and Shannon. I hope you understand how significant you are for me in the family you gave to me with your six children, and even their children. You and Emory and your children have enriched my life beyond understanding. So over the 50 some years (I think) that you have lived on Carpenter lane I have visited you there more times than I can count. And there was always good food and good conversation. Over these years I have also had the joy of visiting in every one of your children’s households (with the exception of Tom’s – sorry Tom). I’ve been with Greg in California, Toronto, and New York City. I’ve been with the whole clan at Ocean City a couple of times. In short, my life is awash in the joy and vitality of the Dorothy Guy family (and yes, of course Emory Guy, as well), without which I would be a much poorer person. These visits with you and the friendship of your children are the lifelong memories I cherish, however indistinct they may be. Never doubt the glory and richness of your life, Dorth, from the beginning to the now. A few more of those years will make us all happy. I love you, David
15: Dorothy speaks at an IBM conference. She received special acknowledgment from IBM's president.
16: Dorothy Cook is on the editorial staff of this paper for the YMCA. Her lead article about the camera club mentions the picture on the left of the YMCA taken by none other than Emory Guy, it is titled "Home Sweet Home"
17: Another issue of the paper Youthadelphia from the YMCA in 1947 features an Honor Role of individuals who did volunteer work, and guess who is featured among the honorees! | Dorothy and Emory met in 1945 at the YMCA in Philadelphia when they were both living there. They joined the Y's Outing Club together and enjoyed ,many excursions while their courtship grew stronger.
19: Dorothy Cook with the comic lead in this play at the "Y"
20: Posing for pictures outside of her family home in Glenside, PA. The wedding took place at the Glenside Methodist Church. | Dorothy and Emory Wedding Day April 19, 1947 | ~ with mother and mother-in-law
21: ~ with a family friend and her father in attendance. | "I love my Sweetie." | Emory Hutton Guy b. May 18, 1913 in Glade Springs, VA | Dorothy Jane Cook b. March 22, 1922 in Bridgeport, CT
22: James Thomas Guy & Julia Ann Riordan Guy Paul James Cook & Nelle Reed Cook | James Frederick Guy John Ansley Guy Henry Aston Guy Emory Hutton Guy Miriam Denny Guy- Jopling Donald Paul Cook Dorothy Jane Cook -Guy David Reed Cook Donna Jean Cook- Dreyer | Emory Dorothy
23: Thomas Emory Guy Fredricka Holland Gregory Riordan Guy (Arlene Herman) Paula Schwartz Stephen Reed Guy Ruth Frank Cynthia Ansley Guy Potter ("Corky" Gerald Potter) Greg Williams Rachel Anne Guy Stanley Bevet Shannon Howe Guy Andy Mozenter | April Franklin Jesse Ian Benjamin Zachary Chelsea Joshua -- Sarah Emily -- Chris Samuel Sarah Hannah Jordan Noah | -- Ellory & Lucy -- Lincoln Santini
24: 1955, Mufreesboro, TN with Cynthia | 1953 Washington, D.C | 1959 Philadelphia, PA | With Tom and mother, Nelle
25: the boys with David McMillan at Logan Circle, Phila.
27: Dorothy, Emory and baby Tom with Dorothy's family and a friend.
28: For Mom -- In Celebration of your 90th birthday! With love from Rachel Dorothy Guy, my dear mother, you have always been a woman of your time and ahead of your time. I look at the span of your life and the changes in the world you have lived through in 90 years and I see how you not only kept pace with the world but brought creative deep thinking to the way you lived it. This big beautiful family you and Daddy engendered surrounds you now. We are all carrying you forward into the future. We carry all we learned from you, all your stories, all the heritage of the love you have for all of us and for your community. We are in an age of exploding technology. In the 40’s you were fixing machines for IBM. In the 50’s and 60’s you were a master of the mimeograph machine and typing. You foresaw the need for typing skills way before the rest of us did (and I wish I’d been more attentive in those typing classes in high school!). We are in an age of community activism and people buying local and cooperatively. You helped start Weaver’s Way Coop over 30 years ago, and in your 70’s you helped to grow vegetables in WW Co-op’s community garden. You read Adele Davis and Diet For a Small Planet and got us to drink brewer’s yeast and take Vitamin C and drink raw milk long before vegans were fashionable.
29: You hung your wash on the line to dry and read Small is Beautiful (and Dad kept the thermostat LOW) long before global warming was a household term. You raised a large family and baked your own bread, had natural childbirth and breast fed your babies, a decade before the 60’s when hippies made all of that seem like something new. You encouraged your daughters to think for themselves, attend college and have careers, but I’m not sure you ever called yourself a feminist. You and Dad sought out an integrated neighborhood to live in and sent us to an interracial school but I don’t know if you thought of yourselves as civil rights activists, or as a political activist for all the years you worked at the local polls on election day. You once biked the length of Cape Cod, which today would be called an extreme sport. And even on the eve of turning 90 you have not been afraid to dance. You have enriched the world with your skills as a writer, an actress, an incisive thinker. You fearlessly raised six children and advocated for all of us; believing in us no matter how often we made a mistake; full of pride when we succeeded. You have been a friend to many in this community. The neighborhood and Summit Church are that much richer for having you as a member. And we, this beautiful family of yours spin out into the darkness, into the future like sparks from a candle. We light the way forward by carrying the brilliance of the past. We learn to live by seeing how you lived a full, expressive, devoted, compassionate life of service. A beautiful life. I love you! We all love you so! Happy Birthday!!!!
31: Charles W. Henry School | An issue of the "Henry Herald", by Dorothy Guy
32: Dorothy Jane Cook Guy on her 90th Birthday Dorothy! We sing of thee, The mother of our family; You are why we came to be! And why we gather on this date To raise our hands and celebrate This glorious anniversary! We come to celebrate your life As daughter, mother, sister, wife, As worker, writer, deacon too, All the many things you do – Musician, actor, children’s preacher Organizer, public speaker. Election judge, piano player Your life has had so many layers! When you were barely past your teens You were fixing IBM’s machines You knew the keypunch’s internal plumbing Throughout the War you kept them humming. Philly businessmen were fools If they turned away Dotty and her tools! Later in life you joined the Co-op, Worked many years to help it grow-up... | ...When you were President of the Co-op board, Sales and member numbers soared; New buildings bought, the place expanded, You did way more than the job demanded. A credit union you added, too! Weaver’s Way owes much to you. Then, there’s your work for Summit Church. You served on every pulpit search, You were Elder, Deacon, Session member Every job I can remember! You played for years in the handbell choir Magic music that inspired. And when you preached the children’s sermon The kids were rapt, there’d be no squirmin’! Every role to play, you’ve done it You’ve spent five decades sustaining Summit. Another point that must be heard— You’ve got your family’s way with words! Though some may say it’s a trait of nerds, It surely is a trait of Cooks, They’ve written papers, poems, books, And you wrote too, all kinds of ways: The Herald for the Henry PTA, The Shuttle of the Weaver’s Way, ...
33: ...Essays, letters; Every day, It makes me very proud to say, What writing skills I have, I owe ‘em To you – that’s how I wrote this poem! (But if you think this poem’s not fit, then Forgive me, I know I’m not Walt Whitman!) Finally, I praise your role as mother, For us six kids, there’s been no other. How did you ever get through raising Six like us with all our crazes? In my life, I’ve raised only two And that was nearly more than I could do, So how’d you ever manage six? And do so great, with such a mix? Every moment of our lives You’ve been there to help us thrive Through broken bones and operations; Homeworks, tests, and graduations; Boy Scouts, Girl Scouts, summer camps, From buying bikes to buying lamps, Dating, proms, and planning weddings— You supported us in every setting... | ...So though I don’t know how you did it, I’m deeply thankful you persisted. The best things you gave me, as my mother Are these great sisters and great brothers. In short, in Dorothy we find A tireless body, a sparkling mind A spirit that has always shined A mother who left no child behind, A pillar of the neighborhood, A worker for the common good A winner of awards we savor Like the plaque from West Mt. Airy Neighbors! So, here together, on this day For me, and my siblings, let me say For Steve, Shannon, Cynthia, Rachel, Tom, You’re our shining star, we love you Mom! Love, Greg
34: Emory and Henry's 75th Birthday 1988 Dorothy & Anna, sister-in-laws | Dorothy and Emory with Bill and Mary McMillan | Dorothy, David and Donna Jean
35: Dorothy with Anne, David, Donna Jean, and Bill on the cruise to Panama. 2003 | ... we love the chicken, and dad is looking good in his flight suit. | Australia! 1982-83
36: Weavers Way Co-op | How many Shuttle's did she publish? This is one from 1979 with Dorothy's President's Report
37: Dorothy hard at work at the Co-op working on another Shuttle. The heat was off and she had to wear her coat while she was working. | Outside of the Co-op.
40: A Sonnet to Dorothy in her ninetieth year The house that held my family oh so dear From Goeckler’s real estate at our request A school and woods and church ah! All so near Providing family with all that’s best Now six offspring raised up through Henry School With principal for many years so stern While Mom providing lunches warm for many And after school with homework help to learn Respected yet by all in neighborhood Our mother helped to bring attention nigh Informing witty prose did she create School newspaper from her creative mind
41: Children done - attention turned to Co-op’s Swanks Pharmacy converted just for food Lending money, gardens green developed For family - then all of neighbor’s brood Throughout contributing to Summit Church The choir with voice and bells to ring by hand A sermon monthly for the children’s ear Welcoming all no matter which their land Let all reflect on grand a life well spent A bold creative spirit from heaven sent Philadelphia, PA Stephen Guy 3-24-12
42: Rachel, Cynthia and Shannon with Tommy Casby
44: Shannon and Andy's Wedding
45: Greg & Arlene's Wedding | Stephen's Medical School Graduation
48: Many people in Mt. Airy know Dorothy because she greeted them on election day as Minority Inspector at the polls. Usually providing a smile and peanuts and possibly other snacks.
49: Dorothy was recognized for her "Community Building" in 2001 by the West Mount Airy Neighbors in their 40th year at a celebration honoring "40 Good Neighbors" . This ran in the book that was produced for this event
50: Summit Church Elder, Deacon, Choir member, Leader of womens groups, Lay minister, Childrens' sermons, Handbell ringer, Wise spiritual counselor, Dear friend to many.
52: July 2011 | Chris and Emily's Wedding
55: Josh & Emily at Josh's Wedding | Jesse, Maya and Emily at Shannon's Wedding | 3 Generations of Guy Gals | Chelsea and Emily at Chelsea's Bat Mitzvah | Guy girl cousins | Dorothy, Nelle and Emily | Emily and Dorothy | Emory and Baby Emily | Shannon, Rachel, Cynthia and Emily on 616 Carpenter porch
56: Grandmother! | with baby Jesse in Australia | with baby Emily at Rachel's wedding | with Hannah | with Josh
57: with Sam at Valley Green | Ocean City NJ | With Frankie at April's Graduation
58: An Ode To Grandma By Sarah Bevet It started out at a YMCA dance The same spot in line Started their romance Emory Guy and Dorothy Cook They knew it was something special, from the first look An IBM meeting almost stood in the way But luckily fate came and saved the day As Emory came down the elevator Dorothy was waiting to go up I would have to say, it was more than just luck In 1947 the two were wed With love in their hearts and dreams in their heads They took in a boy with a twinkle in his eye His first smile was at Dorothy She said, “You are my child” And that is how we got Thomas Guy Next came Gregory A master of words and Scrabble You could almost make out several languages In his small baby babble Along came Stephen ... All happy and quick With his surgeons hands He could work some great tricks Cynthia was the first of the Guy girls A leader at heart. She would travel the world Then there was Rachel With her eyes so kind Little Shannon was not far behind Sweet as a cupcake, but feisty too Otto entered the family soon The youngest Guy and Otto entered his dog house It was too small a fit They fought and they struggled both wanting to be the first out While Dorothy and Rachel laughed uncontrollably On the steps of the house
59: The years came and went as the Guy children grew Walking across the street every day to attend Henry School They aged with boats never built And Peanuts cartoons Sitting on the porch during lazy afternoons Then the family started expanding Grandchildren were on their way Josh, Emily, Jesse, Ian, April, Zach, Sam, Chelsea, Sarah, Hannah, Jordan, Noah, Frankie And then their own families grew Josh married Sarah on a beautiful October day A few years later precious Ellory was on his way “'Bird'”was the first word he said Lucy followed with hair so red In the summer of 2011 Chris entered the family Em's gift from Heaven Now the first Santinino is on its way We're all sure he or she Will wear Penn State colors someday We've grown up together “Cousins became a magic word Christmases and weeks at The Shore Monopoly games can go on forever Or so we have learned And through everything Grandma has been there Watching, supporting, comforting, loving She brought us all here together And we celebrate her today 90 wonderful years We love you so much Thank you, Grandma, for everything you've done