Rodney Bailey Makes One Last Trip to the Barn

by | Aug 5, 2020

Rodney Bailey died Monday night, Aug. 3, at the age of 93. You can find his official obituary HERE. This is a remembrance.

By Elizabeth F. McNamara

URI tractor class. Rodney is the tall dark-haired guy left of center.

A few days before he died, Rodney Bailey headed out to one of the fields at his farm on South County Trail to help his son, Paul, with haying. At 93, Rodney had slowed down significantly but he’d farmed that land his entire life and it just felt right to be working. 

“He was trying to do what he loved to do,” his daughter Cynthia LePrise said Tuesday. But he couldn’t do it. He fell ill and his condition deteriorated quickly from there. He died at home, surrounded by his large family, Monday night. 

Rodney Bailey was tall, quiet, hardworking, and beloved. He was the consummate family man, according to Cynthia and sister Kathy Burroughs. 

“He would do anything for anybody. It was all about family with him. Family and the farm,” said Kathy. 

Baileys have been farming in East Greenwich for generations. The original land grant was on Tillinghast. The family farmed on Middle Road for a time but they ended up on South County Trail, that large tract of open land on the east side of the road. They kept dairy cows until just a few years ago. 

It was a great place to grow up, said Kathy. “It was about the best thing you can imagine.”

And it remained an important touchstone for the grandkids too. 

“My whole life I thought of my grandparents farm as a paradise,” granddaughter Alexandra LePrise wrote on Facebook. “Fields of hay and corn to play in, shallow streams and ponds to wade in, geese and bulls to run from. But most importantly it was paradise because my family would always be there.”

Farming is, of course, a seven-day-a-week job. But Kathy recalls that her dad always made sure Sundays were special. 

Rodney with his cows.

“Sundays were family days,” she said. “We would go for rides. Sometimes to Beavertail, to Newport – taking the ferry before the bridge was there – to other farms. Implementing some Tom Sawyer logic, Rodney would get the kids to help around the farm. 

“He somehow convinced us that getting in the hay was fun,” recalled Kathy.  “We’d get the hay and then go get ice cream after. It was always fun. He made it fun.”

Rodney may have been quiet, especially compared with his whirlwind of a wife, Judy Bailey, a former town councilor (among other things) who died in 2013. But he was not above practical jokes. And he loved to tell a good story. He also enjoyed having fun with his grandkids that he did not want shared with their mothers. 

Kathy only learned this week about an adventure her daughter Jessica and Cynthia’s son Matt had with their granddad. They were 12 years old and Rodney invited them to join him on a trip to a farm in New York State. Rodney wasn’t much of a drinker, but they ended up in a bar. 

“And you know your mothers don’t need to know about this,” he told them. Jessica had kept her word!

Sometimes, Judy’s activities would put Rodney in the spotlight. One time, they even landed him in jail. It was the grand opening of the new East Greenwich Town Hall in 1995 (a significant renovation of the old Kent County Courthouse into a usable town space). As a town official, Judy had championed the project, so naturally, family members attended the opening. Rodney had a couple of the grandkids and they were exploring the basement, including the old jail cell there. Holding young Alexandra, Rodney entered the cell to get a better view of writing on the wall. Just like that, little Jessica shut the door. It locked and – they were quickly to discover – there was no key. 

EG firefighters ended up taking the door off to release the pair. It was a few years before Rodney saw the humor in the situation, Cynthia recalled, laughing.

After Judy died, Cynthia started going with her dad to church at First Baptist on Peirce Street, the family’s church. “That was our special time,” she said. 

After the pandemic started and in-person church was halted, Rodney would ask when they could go back. It happened that on July 26 First Baptist held an outdoor service at the Fry Farm right across the street from the Bailey Farm. 

“We got there and he was dressed just as handsome as can be,” Cynthia said, so glad to be there.

After he fell ill a few days later, everyone spent time with him at the house. Along with the kids and grandkids, nine great grandchildren have been born in the years since Judy died.

“He loved those kids,” said Kathy. “Even at the end, he was still hearing them, enjoying the chaos.”

The last morning, when Cynthia arrived at the house and asked her father how his night had been, he said, “Well, I just got back from the barn.”

He hadn’t left his bed for three days.  

“But that was the best thing,” Cynthia said. “He was back where he loved to be.”

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Kim Lennon
August 6, 2020 7:16 am

Such a beautiful dedication to Mr. Bailey. To his family: I’m so very sorry for your loss. My heart, thoughts, and prayers are with you all. May you remember him with smiles and not tears. To Paul, Cindy, and Iva I’ll say a special prayer for you. 🙏🌹🙏

Danny Lemoi
Danny Lemoi
August 6, 2020 7:23 am

My mom Nancy and Judy were best friends. I was incredibly fortunate to basically grow up on the farm. I will never forget the smells, sounds and definitely the laughs had throughout the years ! I asked my mom how she was after hearing of Mr Bailey’s passing and the 1st thing she said was ” I miss Judy terribly every single day” . Now, she and Rodney can be together again, hopefully without his mustache 🙂 I’m so very sorry to the entire Bailey family for their loss. They are an amazing family who I will always consider lucky to have as “friends” and will never forget the time spent with Rodney. This was a great article. Thank you for writing it.

Mark Schwager
Mark Schwager
August 6, 2020 11:08 am
Reply to  Danny Lemoi

When I first came to town in 1994 Rodney and Judy were already community legends. Their lives and family are so tied up in East Greenwich history. My condolences to the Bailey family on Rodney’s passing.
Mark Schwager
East Greenwich town Council

Marilyn Kiesel
Marilyn Kiesel
August 6, 2020 10:03 am

Thank you for a beautiful tribute and remembrance of Rodney and the Bailey family. I treasure my friendship with Rodney, Judy and this special family, so many happy memories! My thoughts go out to the family during this difficult time.

Tom Mears
Tom Mears
August 6, 2020 10:58 am

To the entire Bailey family I am so sorry for your loss. One of my best childhood memories is sitting in the shade waiting for the hay to dry listening to Rodney and my grandfather talk. I’ll never forget when I was a kid and he put me on the tractor for the first time and let me rake hay and when I was done he said “we don’t need to tell your mother about this” I am going to miss all the stores in the barnyard after doing hay. I feel truly blessed to have had him in my life as a mentor and friend.

Claudia M Smith
Claudia M Smith
August 6, 2020 3:13 pm

A relative of Rodney’s texted me Tuesday with the sad news. I took out my pictures of him, along with the Tercentenary book of the town and cried my eyes out. Oh what a sight to see Rodney riding that big, green John Deere tractor up Middle Road; majestic and humble at the same time ! He and his family, along with farmers and fishermen, past and present, is what this town is made of. Thank you Rodney, Judy and the Bailey family.

Dave Abell
Dave Abell
August 7, 2020 7:00 am

Very touching remembrance. Thanks!

Janet Z. Carter
Janet Z. Carter
August 7, 2020 9:04 am

Wonderful tribute to the man and to American farm families. We need more like them.

Doug Nagle
Doug Nagle
August 7, 2020 10:12 am

Rodney once described attending school o Frenchtown Road in a 1 room schoolhouse. Boys took their 22 caliber rifles with them, stacked them in teepee style in a corner of the room each day, and after school shot groundhogs for supper stews on their way home. “Nope, no one ever bothered us kids on the way home.”

Mark Thompson
Mark Thompson
August 7, 2020 1:59 pm

Thanks Rodney for making the world, and especially East Greenwich, a better place.


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