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Mary Katherine Baumberger

Grand Lake Pioneer, Mary Baumberger, 81 died peacefully in her sleep with her family by her side. Mary was born in Granby, Colorado up CR4 in a cabin in the meadow on her father's homestead. She was born December 9, 1934 to Jack Digor and Mazell Hill. Her father had come here from Czechslovokia when he was 14, met his wife in Royston, Georgia and found their way to Grand Lake. They homesteaded their ranch, part of which is now known as Granby Reservoir all the way up CR4 to the back meadow.
Mary attended the night school which was under the lake and then later moved up on the hill with children from many different grades. Grace Eslick was her teacher. She then went on to MPHS and later went to beauty school.
Mary moved to the state of Washington because her sister Fran had moved there with her husband John Carter. It was here that she met Earl Baumberger, fell in love and married. Together they moved back to Wheatridge, Colorado where they had their daughter Kathie and Mary had a successful beauty business in her home for 13 years.
After Mary's father Jack passed away, they moved back to the ranch and Mary started a stable business. Mary also raised all kinds of unusual animals. She raised Nubian goats, Gelbvieh cows, Buffalo's and Yaks. She called the mix Yak-alo's. Mary also raised manx cats. She liked anything that was different from everybody else. She loved animals, gardening, fishing, hunting, painting and she loved to spend time with her friends and have a cup of coffee.
Mary was honored at the Kremmling Fair a few years ago for being one of Grand County's First Pioneers, an honor which she found greatly rewarding.
Mary was preceded in death by her loving husband Earl Baumbergr, her father and mother Jack and Mazell Digor, and cousin Sandra Carter. Mary is survived by her daughter Kathie Baumberger, her grandson's Ryan Baumberger, Kyle Scarbrough, Dustin Scarbrough, Brandon Scarbrough, Grandchildren Kaylee Scarbrough and Jacob Scarbrough, Sisters Francis Carter, Judy Labriola and brother Steven J. Digor.
Mary was an unforgettable woman and will be missed by all who knew her. Funeral services will be held at 12:00 Friday, November 18, 2016 at St. Ann's Catholic Church with Fr. Michael Freihofer. Reception will be held at Pancho & Lefty's with a potluck following services.

Service Details

Friday, November 18th, 2016 12:00pm, Saint Anne Catholic Church

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The buffalo

To Mary, my second mom,

You will be truely miss by all that knew you.

I would like to share a story with you about Mary and how she loved to tease me about being a city kid. Kathy and I were going to go up skiing and wanted to stay with Mary. First of all we weren't even sure if she would let us stay the night with her.

As we arrived at her house we went in to ask about staying the night with them. After a few minutes of thinking she decided it would be okay, since she had plenty of chores in the morning that she could use some help with.

We were all sitting around talking and then she decided it was time to pick on me. The deal was I had to prove that I wasn't that sissy city girl. The challenge was going to be that I had to go out and give the big buffallo out in the pasture a treat. I had to let it is eat it out of my hand.

I wasn't real excited about doing this and I told her that I didn't have any boots to go out there in that mud. She promptly handed me her mud boots and a treat for the buffalo. Well I sure wasn't going to let her have the last laugh. So I head out, found the buffalo or should I say he found me. He was about to feet taller that me, his nose was at the the top of my head.  I was very unsure about this whole thing.  Just thought lets get it over with. So I held my hand flat out with the treat on top, extended my hand up above my head. I could feel that buffalo breathing my head and I was becoming more uncomfortable by the second.

The buffalo took a step forward leaned his head and this long purple tounge came out of his  mouth with a hook at the end of it, touched my hand and I dropped that treat to the ground. Now I have the hugh animal starring at me to pick it up. I though for sure if I took my eyes off of him and bent down to pick it up he was going to stomp me into the ground..

At last the cow hand came out and help me out. He picked up the trea for me, put the treat back in my hand and helped me hold it still and the buffalo got his treat and I lived another day to tell about.

I love you Mary and will forever miss you. May your heart and soul find peace and comfort.

The tide recedes but leaves behind
bright seashells on the sand.
The sun goes down, but gentle
warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops, and yet it echoes
on in sweet refrains…..
For every joy that passes,
something beautiful remains

Marta Musich

Marta Musich Nov 15 2016 12:00 AM