Dorothy Davidson Sapirman (1916-1954) was the light of the lives of all who knew her. She was born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, on 11 February 1916, the daughter of Philip Davidson and his wife Eva (née Kersner) Davidson. Dorothy and her older sister Lillian were named by their mother after her favorite actresses in silent film, Lillian and Dorothy Gish. In 1929, when Dorothy was 13, the family moved to New York, where Dorothy would meet her husband, the father of her three children, Elias "Eli" Sapirman. They married in 1933 and would remain married, through tough times a'plenty, until Dorothy's death in January 1954.
Dorothy suffered a stroke, perhaps from a brain aneurysm, as she was attending a New Years' Eve party on 31 December 1953; taken to the Georgia Street Receiving Hospital in Los Angeles, she received a clean bill of health, but just outside in the parking lot, just after the new year had begun, she collapsed and died. She was just 37, and left three grieving children, including her daughter who was just eight, to try to remember this amazing woman who had been on this earth for so short a time. As per the Jewish religion, she was to have been buried the day after her death, but a gravedigger's strike put this off until 5 January 1954, which happened to be her son Donald's 14th birthday.
Even now, more than 60 years after her passing, this amazing woman who was my grandmother, who I never had the chance to meet, is remembered with love and affection by those who remember her - and even by those who barely knew her. She left a husband and three children, and her children never got over her leaving this world at just 37 years of age.
May she always rest in peace. She will never know how much she was and is loved, and how much her short life enriched this world.
Dorothy suffered a stroke, perhaps from a brain aneurysm, as she was attending a New Years' Eve party on 31 December 1953; taken to the Georgia Street Receiving Hospital in Los Angeles, she received a clean bill of health, but just outside in the parking lot, just after the new year had begun, she collapsed and died. She was just 37, and left three grieving children, including her daughter who was just eight, to try to remember this amazing woman who had been on this earth for so short a time. As per the Jewish religion, she was to have been buried the day after her death, but a gravedigger's strike put this off until 5 January 1954, which happened to be her son Donald's 14th birthday.
Even now, more than 60 years after her passing, this amazing woman who was my grandmother, who I never had the chance to meet, is remembered with love and affection by those who remember her - and even by those who barely knew her. She left a husband and three children, and her children never got over her leaving this world at just 37 years of age.
May she always rest in peace. She will never know how much she was and is loved, and how much her short life enriched this world.
Dorothy Davidson Sapirman (1916-1954) was the light of the lives of all who knew her. She was born in New Bedford, Massachusetts, on 11 February 1916, the daughter of Philip Davidson and his wife Eva (née Kersner) Davidson. Dorothy and her older sister Lillian were named by their mother after her favorite actresses in silent film, Lillian and Dorothy Gish. In 1929, when Dorothy was 13, the family moved to New York, where Dorothy would meet her husband, the father of her three children, Elias "Eli" Sapirman. They married in 1933 and would remain married, through tough times a'plenty, until Dorothy's death in January 1954.
Dorothy suffered a stroke, perhaps from a brain aneurysm, as she was attending a New Years' Eve party on 31 December 1953; taken to the Georgia Street Receiving Hospital in Los Angeles, she received a clean bill of health, but just outside in the parking lot, just after the new year had begun, she collapsed and died. She was just 37, and left three grieving children, including her daughter who was just eight, to try to remember this amazing woman who had been on this earth for so short a time. As per the Jewish religion, she was to have been buried the day after her death, but a gravedigger's strike put this off until 5 January 1954, which happened to be her son Donald's 14th birthday.
Even now, more than 60 years after her passing, this amazing woman who was my grandmother, who I never had the chance to meet, is remembered with love and affection by those who remember her - and even by those who barely knew her. She left a husband and three children, and her children never got over her leaving this world at just 37 years of age.
May she always rest in peace. She will never know how much she was and is loved, and how much her short life enriched this world.
Dorothy suffered a stroke, perhaps from a brain aneurysm, as she was attending a New Years' Eve party on 31 December 1953; taken to the Georgia Street Receiving Hospital in Los Angeles, she received a clean bill of health, but just outside in the parking lot, just after the new year had begun, she collapsed and died. She was just 37, and left three grieving children, including her daughter who was just eight, to try to remember this amazing woman who had been on this earth for so short a time. As per the Jewish religion, she was to have been buried the day after her death, but a gravedigger's strike put this off until 5 January 1954, which happened to be her son Donald's 14th birthday.
Even now, more than 60 years after her passing, this amazing woman who was my grandmother, who I never had the chance to meet, is remembered with love and affection by those who remember her - and even by those who barely knew her. She left a husband and three children, and her children never got over her leaving this world at just 37 years of age.
May she always rest in peace. She will never know how much she was and is loved, and how much her short life enriched this world.
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