She had lived in North Charleston over 40 years and loved music. She was an active member of the Charleston Organeers.
She is survived by her son Ian Milne (Margrita) of Punta Gorda Fl, daughter Evelyn Haynes of Mt Pleasant SC, son Philip Milne of Edinburgh, Scotland, grand-daughter Jordan Clark (Gene) of San Antonio TX, grand-son Wesley Haynes (Brittnay) of Wilmington, NC and niece Verna Kee (Don) of Mt Pleasant, SC. She is predeceased by her husband James Milne, her 9 sisters, and her grandson Russell Haynes.
Dorothy was a member of the “greatest generation.” Born in Scotland in the 20’s, she lived through the bombs, rationing, and austerity of World War II. She took a job at the age of 15 – most of the men had gone off to war. In the early 1950’s, Dorothy and her husband James immigrated to the United States in hopes to give their children a better life. And they did. Their three children were brought up in loving homes and each given an opportunity for higher education.
Unfortunately, her husband, James, passed away when Dorothy was only in her early 50’s. With her daughter, Evelyn, about to get married and her youngest son, Philip, just entering college, Dorothy needed to go back to work. She found a job at Trident Tech and was loved by all her co-workers. She continued to live in North Charleston on her own after she retired. For 41 years she managed her finances, kept a beautiful home and even drove her car until just a couple years ago.
Dorothy was feisty and opinionated. Those who knew her knew that she could talk your ear off. But folks would listen, not only because she usually made good sense but to just hear her Scottish lilt. She used to listen to the morning talk shows on the radio and one day the host of the show invited his listeners to call in with their opinions about a particularly controversial issue and, of course, Dorothy did. Her opinion and her Scottish brogue were broadcast all across Charleston. The next day, she was at the meat counter at Bi-Lo and asked the butcher a question about a cut of meat. The butcher said, “Hey, I heard you on the radio yesterday. I recognize your accent. Love it!”
Dorothy’s strength and fighting spirit carried her through a lot of hard times and a lot of heart ache. But, in the end, though she fought the good fight, her 93-year-old heart was just too tired. She has passed to a better place. She gave us life, she gave us love. She will be missed.
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