It was always good to see uncle Charlie even if it was not as often as we’d had like, I remember shortly after I graduated from high school he and aunt Eleanor came to visit. For them it was quite the trek all the way from Ontario to British Columbia. He came and enjoyed the mountain air and the surroundings and loved his visit to Barkerville and even got a little of that gold fever. (Laugh out loud) Since then it was the odd time I hear from him as my fathers name was not attached to his phone number and he’d phone mine as I was the only Edward Baker in the book here in Quesnel. He will be remembered for his fondness of sweats, Tim Hortons and his love of old country music the original bad boys of country. Mine and my parents deepest symphathy and regards to the loved ones at this time
Until we meet again
Edward Baker jr on behalf of the western Bakers
