I still love looking at this beautiful lady, who was one of my husband's aunties. She, together with my own Auntie Nell, who was also christened Dorothy, was part of the reason why we chose to give our daughter the name Dorothy for her middle name. Unfortunately, this was not appreciated by my offspring, even though I explained it meant 'Gift of God', and was particularly appropriate as I had almost given up producing a baby!
I wonder how many of us are happy with the names our parents chose for us?
I've linked this to Sepia Saturday, as Friday is so close to the weekend!
Saturday Morning Extra! I've just remembered I have a photo of her taken on 21 December, 1921. Even more beautiful, eh?