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Dorothy "Dot" Jablonski

Wire-winder, diner owner, fed every kid on Cherry Street

1931 — 2024 · Erie, Pennsylvania

My mother talked into a recorder at her kitchen table for the last two years of her life, mostly because I wouldn't stop asking. This is her, kept. — Carol

A Life in One Page

Her life, in short

Dorothy Helen Jablonski — Dot to everyone including the parish priest — was born in 1931 on the east side of Erie, Pennsylvania, and died last March at ninety-two, having outlived the plant, the diner, her Stan, and every doctor who told her to quit butter. She wound wire at the GE plant for nineteen years, then poured coffee and ran the grill at the Lakeview Diner for thirty more, half-owner by the end of it. She was secretary of the St. Stanislaus Ladies' Bowling League for forty-one years, kept the books for the union strike fund in '78, and fed every kid on Cherry Street whether their parents knew or not. She raised two of us. She thought being recorded was ridiculous. She did it anyway, for the grandchildren, which is how she did most things.

Their Story

The plant

"You watch what words you let people make sad."

Mom started at the GE plant in 1953, winding wire on the motor line. She'd say the work was loud, exact, and full of women who could do arithmetic in their heads faster than the foremen who corrected them. On the tape she taps the table here. "People say factory like it's a sad word. We bought houses. We sent kids to college on wound wire. You watch what words you let people make sad."

The diner

When the layoffs came in '72 she walked from the plant gate to the Lakeview Diner and was on the grill by Friday. Thirty years of 5 a.m. shifts. She knew four hundred orders by heart and the names that went with them. By 1985 she'd bought in as half-owner — "with money your father said we didn't have, which was true, which is why you don't always listen to true." The diner is a vape shop now. She refused to drive past it, but she kept the order pad in her purse to the end.

The recordings

The last two years, her world got small — the kitchen, the league on Tuesdays while she could, the recorder between us on the table. Her body went quiet but the voice never did. The last thing on the last tape is her telling me the coffee I'd made her was an apology to coffee. Then she laughs. We kept the laugh.

What She Knew

Money · Joy & gratitude

Rich

I was born two years into the Depression, so I'll tell you what rich is and you can stop wondering. Rich is when nobody you love needs a thing you can't get them. A coat, a coffin, bail, breakfast — doesn't matter what it is. By that measure I've been rich since about 1974, and I never once had what the bank would call money. Figure out which one you're chasing, honey. They don't run in the same direction.

To someone younger: Add up what you'd grab in a fire. That's your net worth.

Friendship & community · Aging

Tuesdays

You want to know what holds a life together, and everybody thinks it's the big things — the wedding, the diploma, the funeral. It's Tuesdays. Our league bowled every Tuesday for forty-one years. That league buried husbands, met babies, sat with Florence through the chemo twice. Three marriages among us went down and the league never missed a week. Pick your people, pick a day, and show up for forty years. That's the whole recipe. Everything else is decoration.

To someone younger: Pick your people, pick a day, show up. Repeat for forty years.

Work & calling · Leadership & mentoring

Work done all the way

I wound wire eight hours a day and then poured coffee for thirty years, and people my daughter's age sometimes get a face on like that's a story about settling. Let me straighten you out. There is no small work. There's work done all the way and work done partway, and you can tell which one a person does in about four minutes, and so can everybody else, and that — not the job title — is what they're saying about you at your funeral. I poured coffee all the way. Ask anybody.

Joy & gratitude

The 6 a.m. regulars

People chase happiness like it's a vacation — some place you get to later, big and far away and expensive. Honey, I had it every morning at six: snow coming off the lake, the urn perking, Stan Jr. and the plow guys stomping in loud, and my hands doing work they knew by heart. Joy is a small thing that comes on a schedule, if you keep the schedule. Most people can't be bothered. Be bothered.

To someone younger: Joy keeps a schedule. Keep it with her.

Testimonies

During the '78 strike Dot kept the hardship fund ledger at her kitchen table. Fourteen weeks, every dollar accounted for, and I happen to know some of the dollars going out were hers going in. She'd deny it. She's not here to deny it, so write it down.

She'd see my truck at the light on Parade Street and my eggs hit the grill before I parked. Twenty-two years. My wife passed in '99 and for a month I didn't say one word at that counter, and Dot didn't make me. Kept the cup full and let a man be quiet. You don't forget who let you be quiet.

Grandma taught me to bowl, to make change in my head, and to say no thank you like I meant the no. At college when things got bad I'd call her at 5:30 in the morning because I knew she'd be up, and she'd talk to me like the trouble was real but the world was still mostly diner. I still call the air at 5:30 sometimes. The world is still mostly diner.

Photos & Artifacts

The order pad

A green Adams order pad, the kind the Lakeview bought by the case, the last one she carried. Still in her purse when she died. Three orders deep on the top page in her shorthand — 2 ovr ez wht tst, blt no may, frnch dip xtra — and we have no idea whose breakfasts they were, only that wherever they are, Dot still has their order.

Timeline

  1. 1931 · Erie, PA

    Born on the east side of Erie

  2. 1953

    Started on the motor line, GE Erie Works

  3. 1955 · St. Stanislaus, Erie

    Married Stanley Jablonski

  4. 1972

    First shift at the Lakeview Diner

  5. 1985

    Bought half the Lakeview

  6. 2024 · Erie, PA

    Died at home, Cherry Street

In Remembrance

From Carol

On the last tape I asked her how she wanted to be remembered, and she said, "Remembered? Put me down as a good tipper and tell the league I want a moment of silence and then one good loud frame." So: be a good tipper. Show up on your Tuesday. And if you ever pour coffee for someone who can't say thank you yet, that's her, still working the counter.

"A moment of silence, and then one good loud frame."