My best memories of growing up on Eastern Ave. included Dory. Tobogganing on the hill by Pearsons', playing in the woods behind Ludlams' house (and trying not to get caught), staying at the cottage, and hanging out on summer evenings on Ludlams' front porch just being kids. Dory's contagious laugh comes to mind when I think of those times. You couldn't help but laugh when you heard it, even if you had no idea what was so funny. And Dory

My best memories of growing up on Eastern Ave. included Dory. Tobogganing on the hill by Pearsons', playing in the woods behind Ludlams' house (and trying not to get caught), staying at the cottage, and hanging out on summer evenings on Ludlams' front porch just being kids. Dory's contagious laugh comes to mind when I think of those times. You couldn't help but laugh when you heard it, even if you had no idea what was so funny. And Dory had a way of making everyone feel part of the group. I'm thankful for these cherished memories. Be at peace Dory.

God Bless,
Lisa

We will miss Dory, had hope to come over and celebrate her life, but thngs did not work out. Our love to the family and especialy her children. The John Howard Family

We always had such great fun with the Ludlam family and their extended families.
Dory was certainly a large part of the fun .
She was also so very kind to our little ones . They loved her smile and her energy and how she would be really interested in what they were trying to tell her.
We will always have fond memories of Dory .
Love, Mary and the Shine crew = Muffy, Ben, Molly , Jacob, Matt
Joel, Katey and Breanne.

When I was very young, my oldest sibling Dory shut the station wagon door on my toe. I may have overreacted. Dory’s high school boyfriend Jeff always had Certs breath mints to share. Dory had a Devo album in the basement, an offensively large Christmas stocking, and I believe the all-time high score in Munchkin. She was a bad mama jama. At some point Dory crashed the Camaro and knocked her front teeth out. Then she moved to Texas, and

When I was very young, my oldest sibling Dory shut the station wagon door on my toe. I may have overreacted. Dory’s high school boyfriend Jeff always had Certs breath mints to share. Dory had a Devo album in the basement, an offensively large Christmas stocking, and I believe the all-time high score in Munchkin. She was a bad mama jama. At some point Dory crashed the Camaro and knocked her front teeth out. Then she moved to Texas, and one winter brought some dude named “Ricky” home for Christmas. (Maybe she felt guilty about all that candy in her offensively large stocking and thought she needed to share it with someone.) Ricky was just a friend. While in Texas, Dory worked at Billy Bob’s, the biggest bar in the world. But I guess Texas didn’t work out, because at some point she came back to Michigan and started going to Western. I remember the day I came home from elementary school to find a motorcycle painted with flames parked on the sidewalk outside the front door—and I remember being introduced to its rider, with his leather jacket and lightning bolt earring. Pretty cool. Not long after, I remember coming home from school again and seeing my mother in the kitchen, who told me “Dory’s home, and she has some big news! Go ask her, she’s in the shower.” So I ran down the hall and poked my head in the bathroom door to see what the big news was. From behind the shower curtain she yelled, “You’re going to have a new brother!!!” So I ran back to the kitchen and looked at my mother, who put her hands up and said “Don’t look at ME!” So I ran back to the bathroom for clarification, and Dory poked her soapy head out from behind the shower curtain and screamed, “I’m getting MARRIED!!!!!!!!” She was as happy as anyone I’ve ever seen. Dory and Kim were that kind of happy, and that’s what brought us Ryan, Rachel and Hallie. I love you guys.

Dory had a smile that could light up a room. In recent decades, I saw her infrequently at family gatherings but when I first made eye contact with Dory she lit up and so did I. The conversation which followed was lively and enthusiastic and you were totally engaged.

Dory suffered long and hard and there is no doubt where she is now. I only hope to be able to see her there. Rest in peace, sweet girl.

she was always so pretty, so funny, and unforgettable in every way....one of the coolest cousins ever...peace and comfort to her kids and family...

All I have is good memories from family reunions and other outings. It was always fun to be around and interact with her. I will miss her.

I love this picture. That same little smile. I loved, more than anything else, getting that smile from Dori--full-on amusement, but always with a hint of mischief, the readiness to take a silly concept or naughty thought to the next level. But there was also too, always kindness, a strong sense about never taking a joke too far to where somebody would get hurt.

Dori was one of my closest friends, in middle school and high school. I sat behind her

I love this picture. That same little smile. I loved, more than anything else, getting that smile from Dori--full-on amusement, but always with a hint of mischief, the readiness to take a silly concept or naughty thought to the next level. But there was also too, always kindness, a strong sense about never taking a joke too far to where somebody would get hurt.

Dori was one of my closest friends, in middle school and high school. I sat behind her in 6th grade, and admired her lovely long blonde hair. Sometimes I played with it during class, which irritated her. But she was my friend anyway. And I admired her way back then, when we were still little girls, because Dori was the one who seemed to know something about being pretty, about being a young woman, and I wanted to learn. We had long conversations about things that mattered, told funny stories, drove around in cars, sang in the choir, sneaked out of our parents' houses at night, in search of high school mischief that was always, always innocent. Dori was remarkably patient and fleetingly impatient by turns, but always a friend, always there. She was so proud of her family.

I am very sorry we lost touch, through the years, Dori. I've kept up with news of you through your very kind brother Mike. But I never, for a single minute, forgot about you. You were always in my heart, and you and your family are always in my prayers.