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Baimbridge, Horace (Joe), LCDR USN(Ret).
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Contact Info
Home Town Morrow Bay
Last Address 10603 Raydell Drive Houston
Date of Passing Jan 02, 2009
Location of Interment Houston National Cemetery (VA) - Houston, Texas
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On January 2nd, 2009, at 0845 CST, Joe Baimbridge slipped his lines to this mortal coil and set his course for that eternal harbor where he dropped his anchor for the last time.
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The following is an obituary or legacy, as it is called in the Houston Chronicle, and I think I prefer that term better:
H. "Joe" Baimbridge
LCDR H. H. "JOE" BAIMBRIDGE Ret. passed away on Jan. 2, 2009 in Houston, TX. Born on Oct. 23, 1925 to Bill & Ruby in Warren, AR. Joe was preceded in death by parents; 3 brothers; first wife, Mattie & daughter, Stacy Busard & is survived by his loving wife Diana; daughters Cheryl Juarez, Melinda & Rebecca Baimbridge; sons, Wayne, Clay & Scott Baimbridge; 3 brothers; 3 sisters; 10 grandchildren; 7 great grandchildren. When his country called, Joe answered by joining the United States Navy, achieving the rank of Lt. Commander and serving in WWII, Korea and the Vietnam Wars. Visitation - Mon, Jan 5, 2009 from 6-8pm. Funeral Service - Tue Jan 6, 2009 10 am at Crowder in Webster & Burial - 1:15 pm at Houston National Cemetery.
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His full name was Horace Haywood Baimbridge.� During his first assignment on a ship in the Navy someone called him "Joe" ... which was sort of like calling someone "Bud" or "Pal" back then, but the nickname stuck and thereafter it was how everyone knew him.
Joe also became known as Diver Joe or DJ on NTWS because the thread he was most active on had three Joes, and to identify each a modifier was added to their "Joe".
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My intentions are to leave, intact, his words on this Profile, written by his own hand and in a style that represents his personality.�
It is a singular honor that I have been allowed to be the caretaker of his Profile.� For which I am deeply humble.
In checking over my comments with the pictures, I keep referring to my "Second Family". Maybe that needs to be explained. The day after my retirement, my wife of 25 years, announced that she was "divorcing me", because she "didn't want to be married anymore". Our divorce became final on November 1, 1971 (just one month after my retirement). In the spring of 1972, I started dating a college student who was 20 years younger than me. We were not going to get serious and certainly not going to have any children if we did. She was 27, I was 47. We were married on June 15, 1972 and our first of five children arrived on March 5, 1973. She is the one that I refer to as "My Deceased Daughter". My ex-wife, whom I had met at NAS Corpus Christi, Texas, where she worked at the 'Gedunk Stand". Passed away in April of 2003. That 'first child' of my 'second family' passed away in October of that same year. No, I'm not superstitious! Well...maybe...just a tad? Nah! My second wife, Diana, and I have now been married 35 years, and we had *five* children. Four of them still with us, the youngest turned 20 yesterday.
Worst Moment Marching on the grinder in a blinding snow storm. In sickbay with a flu-like malady that I can't remmember the name of. Having a rock jam the coal device that fed the barracks heating furnace and being chewed out by the Chief Watertender (Staff)for permitting it to happen. The cold weather in particular
Instructors Can't remember his name, but he had been a high school football coach and was made a Chief Specialist.
Other Memories Being coxswain of the whaleboat when learning to row it on the lake (Pend Orellie/sp?). Listening to all the threats and/or promises (I'll fix you up with my sixteen year old daughter if you fill my thermos)during "messcook" week...and assigned to make the coffee in about a 50 gallon urn (steam heated). That was when I learned that the Navy 'lived' on coffee. The Navy did actually have coffee processing plant in Pensylvania...or someplace back East in those days, and for many years after.
