8 responses to Charles Baxter Bailey

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   Jon Bailey says:

   October 3, 2014

   I remember Uncle Baxter from very early in my life when Baxter and Pauline would bring the clan of So Cal Bailey cousins to Sacramento or Novato or Moab for a visit. I always enjoyed all of the quick wits and good humor of the whole So Cal Bailey clan, and always loooked forward to their visits. Later in life, my father, Wendell, was in almost daily contact with Baxter, as we navigated our way in investments of different sorts and outcomes. Baxter and my father, Wendell, were the only entrepreneurs I have ever met in my life who insisted that all of the investors who had lost money in specific ventures that had trusted them with their hard-earned money would be paid back every risked cent, with interest earned. That is the true character of honesty and integrity that I learned from my father and Uncle Baxter. May they share many more stories and good times in their new home with Our Dear Father in Heaven!!!
   — Jon Bailey, son of Wendell and Margaret Bailey

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   Jon Bailey says:

   October 3, 2014

   Tribute to Baxter Bailey:

   I grew up always hearing that Uncle Baxter was a great guy. But What I knew from that early age was he was incredibly handsome and always smelled so good! That memory never changed. However, the memory that stayed with me the most was during a houseboat trip at Lake Powell way back when I was on break during medical school. My Dad, Wendell, invited me to go on this trip with him, Baxter, and many of his business friends. Somehow during the trip Baxter injured his back bending too far over the houseboat or some other antic and came into the living quarters yelling in agony. Dad promptly volunteered me as the resident doctor. Talk about pressure. Especially since I had only just finished one of my courses in musculoskeletal injury. I did a few maneuvers hoping that I wasn’t going to cause him more grief than he was already experiencing, and miraculously, he stood up and declared himself healed. Every time I saw Baxter after that (which wasn’t very often) he would thank me profusely for that “medical marvel” on the houseboat. I was just glad that I didn’t get voted off the island…..Love you, Baxter Bailey — you were always my favorite!
   — Marta Jill Bailey-Ferguson, daughter of Wendell and Margaret Bailey

   I agree with my sister, Marta Jill, that Baxter was uncommonly handsome with fast, piercing blue eyes that sparkled with intensity, matching his hilarious but often true-to-life wit. Baxter had a way of summing up life in ways that fascinated as well as informed. He had his own brand of wisdom. What a guy! But the moment that particularly endeared Uncle Baxter to me was when he shared something poignant with me at the Bailey family reunion in Moab several years ago. Having been on his feet and feeling in need of a rest, he allowed me to slowly escort him down the hall to his room. Once there, he sat down, sighed, and proceeded to tell me how much he missed my father, Wendell. “I always loved him,” He told me. “I looked up to him so very much. He was truly a great man in my eyes.” Those words will always live on in my heart, as will my love for an unforgettable uncle who found the humor in life and admirably did things his way – with class, honesty and truth. Rest in peace, dear Uncle Baxter. And while you’re at it, say “Hi” to my Dad for me.
   — Wendy Bailey, daughter of Wendell and Margaret Bailey

   My first meeting with Baxter is so very memorable, never failing to bring a smile to my face. My new husband, Wendell, and I were to join his brother, Baxter, at the fairgrounds in Santa Monica. We all rode the ferris wheel and then it was off to the loop-to-loop, a twisting, rolling whirlwind where we proceeded to laugh up a storm, Baxter’s quick humor adding to the thrill of the ride. In fact, he was so entertaining that I had popped my zipper – but didn’t know it at the time. Too soon, the ride came to an end, whereupon Wendell and Baxter got out of the three-person seat. I got off too. But my pants didn’t. Was my face red! Being the quintessential gentleman, Baxter hurried over to me, gallantly peeled off his jacket and immediately tied it around me, saving me a lifetime of embarrassment. True confessions from a woman who has always appreciated Baxter’s truly noble qualities, his many kindnesses and his wonderful gentlemanly ways.
   — Margaret Bailey, wife of Wendell Bailey.

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   Dennis L. Bailey says:

   October 27, 2014

   “I was lucky enough to grow up close to Uncle Baxter, Pauline and Family. I look back fondly on that time in Southern California. I will always remember those Murph(murphy’s) Baileyism’s laws that he came up with. I have enjoyed the conversations that I had over the last couple of years with him. He was a good good man and he will be missed by all that knew him. My Dad I know is one of them.
   –Dennis L. Bailey, son of Ivan and Marlenne Bailey

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