Hazel Lee Baldridge was born January 1, 1926, in Hulbert, OK. to John F. and Carrie (Briggs) Potts. She attended Lost City Schools and then Hulbert High School. Following her education she assisted her family in operating their grocery store in Lost City. On August 14, 1946, she married Floyd G. Baldridge in Tennessee where he was stationed during World War II. Following the war they made their home in Blackwell and she served her family as a homemaker. In later years, she worked for the Blackwell Public Schools at Washington Elementary as a cafeteria hostess. While working there she had the pleasure of serving lunch to her six grandchildren who called her "Hay Hay". She enjoyed playing bingo, taking trips to Las Vegas and spending the winter months with her husband in Port Aransas, Texas. Her summers were spent canning vegetables from their garden and cooking family dinners.

She is survived by her husband of sixty-two years, Three daughters, Barbara Taylor and husband Don of Blackwell, Pat Miller and husband Eddie of Blackwell, and Linda Brown of Blackwell, two sisters, Bernis Ropp of Blackwell, and Opal Fern Sisney of Ponca City. OK. six grandchildren, Derry Taylor and wife Brenda of Nardin, OK, Jeff Taylor and wife Leslie of Plainfields, Indiana, Kerry Miller Vaverka and husband Shawn of El Reno, OK, Kevin Miller and wife Melissa of Kildare, OK. Chad Brown and wife Christie of Blackwell, OK, and Kelly Brown of San Antonio, Texas. Eleven Great-Grandchildren. Preceded in death by her parents; a brother, Clayton Potts; and five sisters, Pauline Steelmon, Wanda Watkins, Jessie Dunlap, Bessie Adkins and infant sister, Mae Potts.

Services-
11:00 a.m.-Monday-July 2, 2007
Graveside Service
Blackwell Cemetery
Blackwell, OK.

Officiating-
Rev. Kevin Bookout
First Freewill Baptist Church
Blackwell, OK.

Music-
"I Want to Stroll Over Heaven With You"
"Shall We Gather At The River"

Honorary Casketbearers-
Don Taylor
Eddie Miller

Casketbearers-
Derry Taylor
Kevin Miller
Kelly Brown
Jeff Taylor
Chad Brown
Shawn Vaverka

The Broken Chair

We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name, in life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide, And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same, But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

Author Unknown