My dad, Donald Beary, and Dorothy graduated the same year from high school in Hardin, Montana. Dorothy must have been so smart that she skipped a year, who knows with the way those Bearys tell tall tales Many people thought they were twins. Dad always referred to his younger sister as 'Ding'. It was many years before I found out she had another name. This was another Beary trait--nicknames for everyone. My brother Dan and I visited the Morgans in 1958. We took the train, back when Montana had passenger trains; it was quite an adventure for us. Dorothy baked bread from scratch. We loved it. My husband and I visited Dorothy on our way to live in NYC in 1967. We had never heard pigs being called. There is no sleeping-in on a farm. For many years, we celebrated our grandfather's, Dorothy's dad's, birthday on the 4th of July in Red Lodge, Montana. In 2005 Dorothy joined us. We posed for photos the way she had in 1930. Dorothy eagerly joined in on all of our crazy activities...fireworks, parade across the lawn to 'Stars & Stripes Forever'. Memories made and cherished. My mother always thought of Dorothy as a true sister not a sister-in-law. Dorothy was the sister she never had growing up. I am so sorry to lose this one last Beary aunt. What a family! The bonds will always be there with our memories.