Marjery Dixie Baker
January 28, 1929 ~ February 29, 2008
Resided in:
Pueblo, CO
Marjery Ann 'Dixie' Baker, 79, passed away Feb. 29, 2008. Survived by her husband of 61 years, William 'Del' Baker; son, William Shan (Patti) Baker of Princeton, Texas; sisters, Carolyn Delores Thompson of Pueblo and Mildred Darlene Cook of LaJunta, Colo.; sister-in-law, Marida C. Hall; grandchildren, Lt. William Casey Baker, U.S. Army, and Caitlin Jill Baker. Preceded in death by her sister, Kathleen Monet. Dixie was born to Emil Frederick and Mildred L. (Johnson) Keim on January 28, 1929, in Tecumseh, Nebr. She enjoyed her work as a cosmetologist. She was a member of Trinity Lutheran Church. There will be no public viewing. Funeral service, 2 p. m. Tuesday, March 4, 2008, at Trinity Lutheran Church, 701 W. Evans, with Pastor Randy Bolt officiating. In lieu of food and flowers, memorials may be made to Trinity Lutheran Church. Online condolences, MontgomerySteward.com
Shan I am sorry for the loss of your mom. I remeber her well from our adventures when we were kids. Several of us in our class have lost parents in this last year. It is not fun but it is surprising the great memories that come back to you during these times.
Frank McKenzie
Uncle Del, You and aunt Dixie have provided many a fond memory. Your love and acceptance have always been an encouragement as I have passed in and out of your lives across the years. I will miss aunt Dixie and will fondly hold on to the memories of times spent with the two of you. May God bless you today and may his presence be especially close to you, Shan and the family during this time.
Once when Dixie was hospitalized she was to have blood drawn very early one morning. The young man drawing her blood was studying to be a priest in the Orthodox Church. He had long hair and a long beard. He entered Dixie’s room and turned on a dim light. He awakened her by holding her hand and patting it. Dixie didn’t have her glasses or hearing aid on so she awoke to this strange, vaguely familiar man towering over her. She thought, ‘It’s Jesus, I made it to heaven.’� She asked, ‘Are you Jesus’�? The young man answered, ‘No, I’m not. I’m here to draw your blood.’� Dixie told me that she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She was happy that she was still alive, but disappointed that she hadn’t met Jesus. The points of recounting this story are several: Dixie loved a good story; We are all saddened by our loss; Dixie was happy once that she was still alive; She is happy now that she has met Jesus