It is with sadness that I am reporting the passing of my Aunt Doris on July 31, 2010 in Port Jefferson, New York. I am named after her, and she was my Godmother. I have such fond memories of her. Whenever we were able to be together, she was always fun to be around.
My first bicycle was handed down from her. It was too big for me when I got it, but I didn't care. I learned how to ride it anyway. I remember how she wore her hair in a "Pageboy" style, and rolled it up in socks and tied them to curl it.
I have a scrapbook that she made for her big sister, and it will always be a treasure.
We attended the wedding when she married her high school sweetheart, Kenneth Russell Cotte. She was such a beautiful bride, and he was as handsome as he could be. They had both been born in the same hospital, which stood on the line between Lynbrook and East Rockaway. So, she was born in one village and he was born in the other.
She had three children, Susan, David and Kenny. She was a very loving mother, and raised them the very best that she could. She enjoyed baking, and watching it disappear.
She always loved spending time
