|PROVERBS 18:22 "Who so findeth a wife findeth a good thing, and obtaineth favor from the Lord." When I married Dorothy August 9, 1952, I found a good and wonderful wife for 52 years.
Dorothy Marie Grisamore was born on July 22, 1933 in New Orleans, Louisiana to George W. and Phillome Laiche Grisamore, Jr. She attended school and worked in New Orleans until we were married August 9, 1952. Together we raised six children: Janet, David, Carolyn (deceased), Laura, Thomas, & Paul, Jr. We also have 8 grandchildren: Garrett, Danielle (deceased), Nicole, Jessica, Lauren, Benjamin, Daniel, and Olivia, and a step-granddaughter Rachelle (deceased).
I was working at the Ascension Parish School Board when the Lord called me to go into the ministry as a part time pastor in January 1972. Dorothy became involved with me in my appointments and was a great helper. She was present with me in all of my appointments: Carpenter’s Chapel; Livingston; Corbin; Days - Center Darlington; Raymond - Elton; Glenmora - Forest Hill-Fellowship - Melder; and Springfield - Huff’s Chapel - Maurepas. I was blessed in many ways with Dorothy working with me in the secular work and the ministry.
When I retired, we moved back to St. Amant, Louisiana, and Dorothy became active at Faithful UMC. Dorothy was loved and highly respected by the members of her church family. She was really appreciated by the way she gave of herself in the church and community. She will be missed by everyone who came in contact with her, but the memory of her will never be forgotten. Heaven rejoiced when she arrived there and the Savior she loved was there to greet her. Dorothy we won't say "Good bye" to you, but will just say "See you just inside the Eastern Gate."
I can still hear Dorothy’s voice singing the last hymn we sang together.
“Take my life, and let it be consecrated, Lord, to thee. Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise. Take my hands, and let them move at the impulse of thy love. Take my feet, and let them be swift and beautiful for thee.
Take my voice, and let me sing, always, only, for the King. Take my lips, and let them be filled with messages from thee. Take my silver and my gold; not a mite would I withhold. Take my will, and make it thine; it shall be no longer mine. Take my heart, it is thine own; it shall be thy royal throne. Take my love, my Lord, I pour at thy feet its treasure store. Take myself, and I will be ever, only, all for thee.”
Rev. Paul C. Singletary, Sr., husband