I always loved visiting Doloris! I first started as a girl, accompanying Grandmother and Granddaddy Baker and, later, driving them to Jefferson County. Doloris was very clear with me as a girl about how to spell her name as I added it to my address and birthday book, and I tried always to remember her birthday. The last time I saw Doloris and Bud was about 2 years ago. I had cleaned out the Bakers' house and found a pound of pictures without identification, so I hauled them to Hillsboro. Bud and Doloris looked at each and every picture but couldn't put a name on a single one. We laughed a lot at their memories. They took me to lunch and we laughed some more. They always welcomed me as if I had just come from next door. During the years I cared for Uncle Glen, Doloris' cousin, I would call her to let her know how he was doing, when he went into the hospital or the home, and when he died. She would tell me stories of "Poor Glen" when he was a boy. She would say to me, over and over, "He don't have no one else. I don't know what he -- or the rest of us -- would do without you." I needed her sympathy and understanding because I often felt awfully alone in that ministry to "poor Glen" (my 3 sisters were no help). She was so kind to me, always. May she feast with the saints in light. Martha K. Baker

What can I say about my Aunt Doloris? I will always remember her with a smile on her face. Her distinctive laugh and a warm, welcoming hug. In many ways she reminded me of her mother and my grandmother, Nellie Russell. Both of these dear ladies had very generous spirits and approached each day with good humor, love and care for those around them. Even though they were sisters, my mother Clara and Doloris were very different people. Aunt Doloris was more outgoing and more boisterous. Mom was more reserved, more somber, but they were very close. Mom always looked forward to Bud and Doloris' visits, as well as going to visit them and to long phone conversations catching up on family and friends. Talking to Aunt Doloris was a highlight of any week for my mom. And, Aunt Doloris was always a great comfort to my mother through all of her struggles and illnesses, especially after the death of my father Homer Weible in 1972. Aunt Doloris was always there through the good and the bad. And, Aunt Doloris' humor and zest for life always bouyed mom's spirits. For that I will always be greatful to my dear Aunt Doloris.