Maxine Baxter, matriarch of the Baxter family, passed away on September 22. She was 95, and still living at home on her No Gotta Rancho farm in Boise, independently, surrounded by her beloved animals.
A third-generation Idahoan, she embodied the strength, grit and gratitude of the "pioneer stock" from the Salmon Valley. She led with her values: faith, family and the sanctity of nature. The outdoors contained many delights for her, a value she passed on to her family. She found beauty in all things nature: the way the air felt in the Sawtooths, the first glimpse of the mountains in the Challis and Salmon area after being away from them, the discovery of wild asparagus, the bounty of an orchard, and the many animals, bugs and birds who made a home at her place. No stray animal was ever turned away, and bees, even the stinging kind, were welcome to stay. On the day she died she spent the morning sitting outside enjoying the sunshine on her patio of the home she lived in for more than 50 years.
A lifelong teacher, she earned her teaching degree at Albion State Normal School during the Depression, thanks to the resourcefulness of her family. This was a point of pride for her, and she talked often of the importance of education. She passed this on to her family, who could all join her in singing the school fight song she taught us when we were young, like a lullaby for our future. In her role as a teacher, she taught children to read, but perhaps more importantly, instilled inspiration in kids who sometimes felt alone in the world. She could be counted upon for anything, and often was.
She was a consummate mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, reveling in the joy of the children who were always around her. She taught many lessons, the big kind—like how to be a good person, and the little kind, like how to make fudge, or pan gravy. She assisted on many, many late night book reports without lectures on procrastination. Her favorite green car that she drove for years smelled like our spilled chocolate milkshakes. Even in her 90's she was taking care of her great-grandson, Austin, patiently teaching him the big and little lessons.
She was always up for a little mischief, a spin around the dance floor, a drive in the mountains, a meal made entirely of marshmallows or a really good fit of the giggles. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren wholeheartedly, and without reservation. She taught us to love and embrace life to the absolute fullest, as God would want for all of us. Her legacy will live on in her family and the many lives of those she touched.
A third-generation Idahoan, she embodied the strength, grit and gratitude of the "pioneer stock" from the Salmon Valley. She led with her values: faith, family and the sanctity of nature. The outdoors contained many delights for her, a value she passed on to her family. She found beauty in all things nature: the way the air felt in the Sawtooths, the first glimpse of the mountains in the Challis and Salmon area after being away from them, the discovery of wild asparagus, the bounty of an orchard, and the many animals, bugs and birds who made a home at her place. No stray animal was ever turned away, and bees, even the stinging kind, were welcome to stay. On the day she died she spent the morning sitting outside enjoying the sunshine on her patio of the home she lived in for more than 50 years.
A lifelong teacher, she earned her teaching degree at Albion State Normal School during the Depression, thanks to the resourcefulness of her family. This was a point of pride for her, and she talked often of the importance of education. She passed this on to her family, who could all join her in singing the school fight song she taught us when we were young, like a lullaby for our future. In her role as a teacher, she taught children to read, but perhaps more importantly, instilled inspiration in kids who sometimes felt alone in the world. She could be counted upon for anything, and often was.
She was a consummate mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, reveling in the joy of the children who were always around her. She taught many lessons, the big kind—like how to be a good person, and the little kind, like how to make fudge, or pan gravy. She assisted on many, many late night book reports without lectures on procrastination. Her favorite green car that she drove for years smelled like our spilled chocolate milkshakes. Even in her 90's she was taking care of her great-grandson, Austin, patiently teaching him the big and little lessons.
She was always up for a little mischief, a spin around the dance floor, a drive in the mountains, a meal made entirely of marshmallows or a really good fit of the giggles. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren wholeheartedly, and without reservation. She taught us to love and embrace life to the absolute fullest, as God would want for all of us. Her legacy will live on in her family and the many lives of those she touched.
Maxine Baxter, matriarch of the Baxter family, passed away on September 22. She was 95, and still living at home on her No Gotta Rancho farm in Boise, independently, surrounded by her beloved animals.
A third-generation Idahoan, she embodied the strength, grit and gratitude of the "pioneer stock" from the Salmon Valley. She led with her values: faith, family and the sanctity of nature. The outdoors contained many delights for her, a value she passed on to her family. She found beauty in all things nature: the way the air felt in the Sawtooths, the first glimpse of the mountains in the Challis and Salmon area after being away from them, the discovery of wild asparagus, the bounty of an orchard, and the many animals, bugs and birds who made a home at her place. No stray animal was ever turned away, and bees, even the stinging kind, were welcome to stay. On the day she died she spent the morning sitting outside enjoying the sunshine on her patio of the home she lived in for more than 50 years.
A lifelong teacher, she earned her teaching degree at Albion State Normal School during the Depression, thanks to the resourcefulness of her family. This was a point of pride for her, and she talked often of the importance of education. She passed this on to her family, who could all join her in singing the school fight song she taught us when we were young, like a lullaby for our future. In her role as a teacher, she taught children to read, but perhaps more importantly, instilled inspiration in kids who sometimes felt alone in the world. She could be counted upon for anything, and often was.
She was a consummate mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, reveling in the joy of the children who were always around her. She taught many lessons, the big kind—like how to be a good person, and the little kind, like how to make fudge, or pan gravy. She assisted on many, many late night book reports without lectures on procrastination. Her favorite green car that she drove for years smelled like our spilled chocolate milkshakes. Even in her 90's she was taking care of her great-grandson, Austin, patiently teaching him the big and little lessons.
She was always up for a little mischief, a spin around the dance floor, a drive in the mountains, a meal made entirely of marshmallows or a really good fit of the giggles. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren wholeheartedly, and without reservation. She taught us to love and embrace life to the absolute fullest, as God would want for all of us. Her legacy will live on in her family and the many lives of those she touched.
A third-generation Idahoan, she embodied the strength, grit and gratitude of the "pioneer stock" from the Salmon Valley. She led with her values: faith, family and the sanctity of nature. The outdoors contained many delights for her, a value she passed on to her family. She found beauty in all things nature: the way the air felt in the Sawtooths, the first glimpse of the mountains in the Challis and Salmon area after being away from them, the discovery of wild asparagus, the bounty of an orchard, and the many animals, bugs and birds who made a home at her place. No stray animal was ever turned away, and bees, even the stinging kind, were welcome to stay. On the day she died she spent the morning sitting outside enjoying the sunshine on her patio of the home she lived in for more than 50 years.
A lifelong teacher, she earned her teaching degree at Albion State Normal School during the Depression, thanks to the resourcefulness of her family. This was a point of pride for her, and she talked often of the importance of education. She passed this on to her family, who could all join her in singing the school fight song she taught us when we were young, like a lullaby for our future. In her role as a teacher, she taught children to read, but perhaps more importantly, instilled inspiration in kids who sometimes felt alone in the world. She could be counted upon for anything, and often was.
She was a consummate mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, reveling in the joy of the children who were always around her. She taught many lessons, the big kind—like how to be a good person, and the little kind, like how to make fudge, or pan gravy. She assisted on many, many late night book reports without lectures on procrastination. Her favorite green car that she drove for years smelled like our spilled chocolate milkshakes. Even in her 90's she was taking care of her great-grandson, Austin, patiently teaching him the big and little lessons.
She was always up for a little mischief, a spin around the dance floor, a drive in the mountains, a meal made entirely of marshmallows or a really good fit of the giggles. She loved her husband, her children, her grandchildren and great-grandchildren wholeheartedly, and without reservation. She taught us to love and embrace life to the absolute fullest, as God would want for all of us. Her legacy will live on in her family and the many lives of those she touched.
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