Born the middle daughter of a beleagured farmer and raised in a low-German speaking Mennonite community, Bailey learned the value of hard work and simple living early in life. Although long hair, pantyhose and skirts are long gone, replaced with makeup, ear piercings and a mohawk, as a farmgirl living in Alberta's capital city she remembers when-and misses it-running into the garden, raspberry or strawberry patch and picking an in between meal snack and the instant access to unmanicured nature. Those are her happiest childhood memories. Life was predictable, even if not always pleasant, and those are savoury moments of times past, especially those spent with her grandfather, a man of fierce faith."If it wasn't for my grandpa's love I would have become a serial killer," Bailey sometimes jokes. The sprawling ranch he took so much pride in and meticulous care of was her second home. It has morphed into a multimillion-dollar estate that no one seems to know what to do with, and most certainly cannot fill his workboots.Bailey believes she has an even grander Father in God, and that "we are all his chilluns," so we must act like there is room for all of us, or we would not all be here.
