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Elizabeth "Betty" Virginia Baird
January 7th, 1933 - December 19th, 2024
Elizabeth Baird Born January 7, 1933 - Died December 19, 2024 Betty Baird was born to Marie and J.J. Fry in 1933 in Harrisburg/Steelton, Pennsylvania. She has one older brother, Donald Fry (Marleen) who currently resides in Washington. Betty grew up mostly on her grandparents' farm with "Mom" and "Pop", her maternal grandparents. When Betty was a young girl, she moved to Tucson, AZ with her mother, and attended high school while working part time as a waitress. She met Kenny Baird there, and was married at 16 years of age. They were married for 75 years. Kenny died last March 8, 2024. Betty Baird was a loving mother to her two children, Terry Baird (Marilyn) and Carolyn Baird Kennedy. Betty made a point to be present at Terry's gymnastic tournaments and when he performed in plays ("Butterflies are Free") She was a seamstress extraordinaire, taking ill-fitting "hand me downs" and and tailoring them beautifully for her daughter. She adored her four grandchildren, Jen Baird (David), John Baird (Dianna), Matthew Baird and Scott Baird (Perla). She enjoyed activities with them like coloring Easter eggs and just listening to what was happening in their lives. Betty was a wonderful cook, though she never thought so. Her favorite place was the desert, as she craved warmth continually. Betty enjoyed outdoor activities like tending to her beautiful roses and watching hummingbirds. She and Kenny travelled to many places in the US, Europe, Australia and New Zealand. When Betty's children started college, she attended the local community college to earn her High School Diploma and an AA in Business. She was then hired by the Los Angeles County Sherrif's Department as Supervising Stenographer, where she was employed for 17 years. Betty was very reserved, but had a warmth and goodness about her that was overlooked by those who didn't really take time to know her. She gave much of herself to others and felt deeply about her family, friends and strangers. She would rise to the occasion anonomously when others were in need. My mom asked to have this poem, penned by Clare Harner in 1934, read as her ashes are scattered on the desert: "Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep"
Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not weep.I am a thousand winds that blow.I am the diamond glints on snow.I am the sunlight on ripened grain.I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight.I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
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