Dorothy Mayer Lauffenburger(1922 - 2013)

Dorothy Mayer Lauffenburger AKA "Grandma" January 16, 1922 - July 28, 2013 Dorothy Lauffenburger of Bakersfield was ushered into heaven by the winds of Huatulco, Mexico and truly has dimmed the light of joy in this world. Her optimism surpassed all challenges. She would say, "This too shall pass" and go on about her day. She was 91 1/2, and she always stated to her doctors and friends and, "Don't forget the half!" Dorothy was one of seven incredible children born to Louis and Emma (Suckut) Mayer. Her younger brother, Gene would say, "I am the youngest but Dorothy is the baby." Dorothy would boast, "I am the baby and I love being the baby." As a young woman from the small community of Shafter, CA, she forged her way to Monterey to work on Cannery Row. Then on to Oakland during WWII, where she became one of two "Certified Women Welders" who worked tirelessly for the U. S. making and welding battleships. The character, strength, and vibrancy with which she and so many of her generation lived, will never be duplicated. Dorothy's first love was as a devoted wife and mother. Her second love spanned 50 years with the dairy industry. For all of those first generation dairymen, Dorothy loved recording the butter fat content of your heifers "by hand." She was grandma to your children and could name them all. She was a pillar of record keeping, and you could count on her recording the sales of the heifers in the Dairy Barn during the fair auctions. She was preceded in death by her husband, William E. Lauffenburger, in 1987, and her long time dancing partner, A. T. (Punkin) Mayo, in 2005. Her children, Joan Lauffenburger Tanner and Bill Lauffenburger; eight fabulous grandchildren; Kim and husband, Ed Svihovec; Amy and husband, Clint Dotson; the boys- Aaron, Ben, Lonnie, and Matt Lauffenburger; Todd Adamson and wife, Amanda; and Guy Adamson; and four great-grandchildren; Joshua, Hannah, Hudson, and Grant will miss her dearly. All of whom will remember the afghans and slippers she made for each one, hear her infectious laugh, her unique expression of surprise and clapping of her hands, remember her absolute impatience in telling a funny story, and know with all our hearts we will cross paths in heaven. We imagine she has St. Peter rolling on the floor laughing with her stories and story telling demeanor. Dorothy was giving, loving, and so much fun. We thought there might be a chance she would outlive us all. She would brag, "I have a valid driver's license until age 100 and my pacemaker battery needs to be replaced at 100." Remember our mother and grandma with joy in your heart. Although there will be tears, let them pass quickly. She went to sleep in paradise, Villa Flor del Mar, Huatulco, Mexico and woke up in heaven with her most generous and kind Savior. What more could someone ask for. Our continued existence has been deprived of one of the few true angels among us. She was called GRANDMA to ALL, never Dorothy. The family has requested private services.

Published in Bakersfield Californian on Sept. 1, 2013