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January 17, 2003. BY PAUL M. HURD '86
Dorothy J. Moyer, widow of the “Father of Pediatrics” in the Lehigh Valley, Dr. Forrest G. Moyer ’35, was killed in a tragic automobile accident on her way to physical therapy. A remarkable woman in her own right, Dorothy was the driving force behind her husband. Together they cared for and loved thousands of children in the Allentown area. Together they went door to door to ensure that all children were vaccinated with the Salk polio vaccine. Together they also helped start the first Neo-Natal Intensive Care Unit (NICU) in the Lehigh Valley. Together – the word that sums up their lives. After Dr. Moyer passed away in December 1995, Dorothy became even more involved with Muhlenberg. She was an active participant in the Woman’s Auxiliary, the Circle of 1848, the Senior Alumni Luncheon program and the Alumni Travel program. To honor her beloved Dr. Moyer, she was a principal in the funding of Moyer Hall, the newest state-of-the-art academic facility at Muhlenberg, which opened in the spring of 2000. Anyone who knew Dorothy knew that she was one of the most generous human beings who ever graced this planet. Whenever you went to visit her at her beautiful home in New Tripoli, overlooking that 150-acre farm on which she grew up, you always felt bad leaving. It was bad enough that you didn’t want to leave her there alone (although her tremendously spoiled and slightly overweight dachshund, Heidi, was always right by her side) but you could never leave without her giving – sometimes forcing – you to take something from the farm. If it wasn’t peaches or apples or blueberries, it was a pie or a beautifully framed picture that Dr. Moyer had taken. If you were lucky, maybe a few of her world-famous crabcakes would find their way to your car. As generous and devoted as the day was long, Dorothy Moyer gave of her very being to every person with whom she came in touch. Dorothy had no acquaintances; she had only friends – friends who loved her as dearly as she loved them. As sad and tragic as this has been, we must find comfort in knowing that Dorothy Moyer, that special person to all of us, is right where she wants to be -- reunited with her beloved Dr. Moyer.
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