Excuse me... All that I wrote about before is a little hint of Dolores' historical importance. I want to add a little more as a personal note.
One of the most amusing things she'd say was "how's your love life" as a greeting. It had a noninvasive feel... and was important for a young college student to hear. She did it with a twinkle in her eyes!
We kept in touch over the years. I so wish that I'd known she moved to S. Carolina, as I would have visited despite her difficulties. I ended up studying Psychology at U of Michigan after dropping out from the Kent State shootings, which she understood but tried to discourage.
My last time with Dolores was during a solo exhibition's reception in the spacious Columbus Cultural Arts Center. Imagine my surprise when she came through the door. That's quite a drive for an evening event. We spoke but a little, with her telling me that she was joining a nunnery. I suppose now that I've found out her tale yesterday, thanks to one of her kind minister friends, it was the dementia speaking. I regret not asking her for details, only thinking that this was a withdrawal from the world that outsiders were not supposed to interrupt. My error.
To sum it up, Dolores was wise, generous, kind and an influencer of the finest kind. As one of her straight friends, I appreciated her input, her welcoming me into her life, and her comment in later years of "you used to apologize for breathing". Just that one jewel helped me immeasurably. Now I a more confident person (I show in museums) and, lately, a science fiction novelist (through with my first in a series). I credit so much to her.
My deepest sympathies to all who love her. I do too. I hope you get to read this as those endearing stories are treasures kept close to the heart.
Nancy "Benny Benua/Benny Alba (nom de brush)/B. A. Vippitt (nom de plume). Feel free to contact me, easily found under Benny Alba.