Restland Of Dallas
Basket of Memories was purchased for the family of Dorothy Oliver Jordan.
Birth date: Oct 20, 1924 Death date: Feb 23, 2016
Dorothy Oliver Jordan, 91, passed away peacefully in her sleep on Tuesday, February 23, 2016. She was born October 20, 1924 in Paris, TX, to Frank Oliver and Lucille Gwinn. She married Gerald Gustafson in 1946 and moved to Dallas, Read Obituary
Basket of Memories was purchased for the family of Dorothy Oliver Jordan.
We will always treasure our fond memories of Dorothy Lee Jordan. When we first moved to Dallas in l961, she and Dal took us "under their wings" —guided us, and treated us like family. During the 5 years we lived there, we shared many personal and business times together – – – the Cowboys and golf outings having high priority!! In May of '66 we moved to San Francisco but the strength of the relationship continued. They visited us in California, and gave warm and continuing attention to our two children. Staying in touch with Dorothy and Dal was automatic, until sadly Dal passed away, and now Dorothy follows. Our memories of such friendship will always be part of us. We extend our Deepest Sympathy to all the family — you are the legacy left behind, and you know how much she loved you. Sincere Regards, Pat and Mike Ruffolo
Peaceful White Lilies Basket was purchased for the family of Dorothy Oliver Jordan.
Dorothy had a wonderful spirit in her later years. I loved her smile and her sass! She was so well loved by her daughter, Kaye, and granddaughter, Diana. She will be sorely missed. She lived a long and rich and full life. May she rest in peace, dear soul. With much, Ruth Rinehart
As I have said before she was one of the smartest women I knew. She would speak of everyday events so eloquently and never minded speaking her mind. I remember her and Dal grilling burgers for me and Diane (Dal was probably happy to be outside in a less estrogen based environment!) As teens when me and Diane did some rather unintelligent things, she would scold us, but in a way I never felt belittled, just scolded, and actually enjoyed that she cared about my well being enough to scold me. I don't remember her cooking, but I do remember her artwork around the house. And I remember she had enough common sense to keep her bedroom on the opposite side of the house from where the rowdy girls would stay up all night watching MTV!