Ski for Dorismarie
I lost a great friend and mentor last Saturday. Her name was Dorismarie Welcher, fondly known as the “Queen of the Hudson.” I met Dorismarie back in 1977 here in Aspen. She showed up at my father’s house as I was burning some eggs and bacon on the stove. My father had put an ad in the paper for a cook and she had answered (thank god) in the nick of time.
We became friends and she always told me that she was my “black fairy godmother.”
I didn’t believe her at first, but over the years I learned that she was a guide in my life. Dorismarie taught many valuable lessons that I carry with me through my life. She also taught me about jazz, cowboy cookies, fried chicken and Manhattan.
Dorismarie also knew how to embrace life. In her late 40s and early 50s, she took up skiing and tennis. She worked at Bonnie’s restaurant for a couple of seasons, making strudel and her famous cowboy cookies. I can taste one now. She would always gaze at Sopris mountain and tell whoever was listening what a beautiful mountain it was.
Dorismarie would always tell her skiing buddies to please ski Pussyfoot to Blondie’s ski run on Ajax for her.
Early every morning she would write friends and she would write in her journal while she listened to her beloved jazz music. I always enjoyed her letters and sometimes she include a gift of a silver dollar or a newspaper article or a famous phrase or a picture of her wearing her tiara.
I will miss this remarkable woman and I know there are many in this valley that will share that feeling.
So if you are a skier please ski Pussyfoot to Blondie’s for Dorismarie and if you can’t just gaze at Sopris and take in its beauty. God Bless!
James H. Perry
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