In Memory

Carole Oresa Baquet

It is with heavy hearts that we announce the passing of our beloved mother, Carole Oresa Baquet, at age 67. She was born in 1945 in Portland, Ore., to Edwin and Oresa Baquet, and passed away in her home on March 14, 2013, as she wished, with the comfort of her family by her side.

She worked for the County of Ventura Mental Health Department for 35 years and retired in 2002. Carole was a dedicated worker and nicknamed "Team Angel" because she was a kind-hearted, gentle soul who would do anything for anyone.

Carole loved family gatherings, especially Christmas, and was absolutely thrilled to become a grandmother for the first time in 2011. She loved movies and was an avid rubberstamper, working as a Stampin' Up demonstrator for many years with several of her devoted customers becoming dear friends.

She is survived by her daughter and son in law, April and Dexter Haney; son and daughter in law, Brian and Gretchen Hall; grandson, Aaron; sister, Kelly Kalcheim; brother, Kevin Baquet; niece, Tomica Baquet; and nephew, Nathan Donnelly. She will be dearly missed and loved by all.


"For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord. "They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." - Jeremiah 29:11

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09/01/13 03:14 PM #1    

Klaus Hille

During our senior year Carole was active in ROTC. She served as a sponsor on the court for the first ROTC Ball, "Old Glory," and represented Irvin High School at high school spring festivals.


Remember Me:
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
Remember me in your heart, your thoughts, your memories of the times we loved,
the times we cried, the times we fought, the times we laughed.
For if you always think of me, I will never be gone.

Margaret Mead, American writer and poet (1901 - 1978)

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