Dottye Robertson Moore.
Dottye passed away on July 17th 1973 in Columbus, Ohio in a car accident at the young age of 24.
Dottye had a passion for music and good times and often traveled from Arizona or Ohio to Las Vegas.
Dottye started Waylon Jennings first fan club when she was still a teenager living in Arizona.
I would love to learn more about her whether it be in memories or photos that you might have to share. Please email me at: RememberDottye@yahoo.com or call 972-415-1698
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The mother of Wendy Barkett comes to her in bits of information.
She liked Mexican food. She walked with her toes turned in. She ran a Waylon Jennings fan club.
It has taken Barkett two decades to fashion a fragmented portrait of Dottye Robertson Moore. She has had even less luck identifying her father.
Barkett, who lives in Fort Worth, Texas, has traveled many miles in search of them.
"I don't work," the 39-year-old said. "This is what I do all day."
Dottye Moore was 24 and living in Whitehall when she died in a car accident at Morse and Stelzer roads on July 17, 1973. She had done a lot of living.
"I know she was wild," Barkett said.
Dottye, who was adopted as an infant, grew up in Arizona. She became pregnant twice in her teens and gave both children up for adoption. She later met a man from Columbus, married him and had a daughter. For murky reasons, Dottye left the family briefly to go to Las Vegas in 1971.
She returned home pregnant with Wendy. After the baby was born, Dottye put her, too, up for adoption. A little more than a year later, Dottye was dead.
Barkett, raised by her adoptive parents in Twinsburg, Ohio, said she was always obsessed with the identity of her birth mother.
"I started sneaking through my parents' filing cabinet when I was really young - 8 or 10 years old."
At 18, she began searching in earnest. Because she was adopted, much information was closed to her.
After 14 years, the day finally came when she learned her mother's name and the devastating fact that she was dead. On the same day, she also learned that she has a half sister, Karen Robinson, who lives in Gahanna.
Robinson, 43, said she got a call one Friday night from a woman identifying herself as a sister.
"I said, 'Can I take some time to absorb this for a little while?' She said: 'I've been looking for you my whole life. Take as much time as you need.'"
The two have become close.
Robinson, who was 5 when Dottye died, has given Barkett a fuller picture of their mother.
"I have cassette tapes of her trying to make me say my ABCs, teaching me to color inside the lines," Robinson said. "I was important to her, and I know that."
Robinson knows that it's painful for Barkett to have none of those memories. So she doesn't judge her for her dogged quest.
Through sheer persistence, Barkett has learned that her father was from Boston and worked as a keno writer in Las Vegas in 1971.
She has a touching website (www.rememberdottye.webs.com) dedicated to her search.
Her hope is that, somewhere in central Ohio, someone remembers something about a pretty young woman who led a tumultuous life and died too young. For Barkett, no bit of information is too small.
Joe Blundo is a Dispatch columnist.
I'm proud to add a link to a book of poetry that I had published. I do hope that you will get a better glimpse into my soul as I wrote while dealing with my search, struggles, and finding Dottye at a grave. Should you chose to, pass the link around, I would really appreciate it. I hope that someday my book of poetry : Shadows of a Dark-Alley Adoptee might fall into the hands of someone who knew Dottye or who my birth father was.Shadows of a Dark-Alley Adoptee
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By the time she learned the identity of her birth mother, it was too late. Wendy Barkett would not be able to ask any questions or savor even a single answer.
On March 20th 2015 I was honored to receive my OBC. I was actually the first person of 4 to be called up. I was nervous as well as excited, and then nervous again.
My fathers name is not listed on my OBC, but I continue to hope to some day find him or his family.
Below is a video: