My Genealogy (6/26/01)


Sunsets in Florida 5/00
Mary & Friends, Longboat, 5/00
Kent, Eric, Gillian and Michelle, Longboat, 5/00
Dec '99 photo of our Grandchildren
My brother Eric family pictures
Great Britain 9/99
Some Alaska Cruise shots 6/98
Eric's House rebuilding 2/98
New Years Eve 1/98
Betsy, children, grandchildren '98
Xmas '97
Panama Canal Cruise Dec '97
     volume 2
Halloween '97
Telluride vacation 9/97
Anniversary 8/97
Southern Caribbean Cruise Feb '97
My Sister Betsy & Family
Found pictures from Chatham Bars Inn, Cape Cod
Pictures of many of us on Cape Cod 9/96
Family photo album from mid '96


My son, Kent, now works for IGEN. He married Gillian Thomson on Oct 26, 2000, and lives in Gaithersburg, MD.


My son Eric is currently working for the City of Arvada, near Denver, CO, as a Project Mananger. He has was married to Michelle Hovet, who teaches special education, in the Rocky Mountains on July 1, 2001.  


My sister, Betsy is a poet. Check out her poetry


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The Deans at Kent's Wedding, Oct 2000


The Silver Cloud on the Thames with
Tower Bridge - August 1999


Mt. McKinley from McKinley Princess Lodge 6-98
Mary & Lyman Johnson ... Frith & Bill Talbot


A few of Betsy's recent poems:
(You can read more of her poetry here.

Here's my latest, reflective of the mad whirl I am in.

  • Morning Rap
    • Sleep stir stretch yawn 
      laaanguish 

awake move touch sit 
stuuumble 

feel press flow wash 
rubada scrubada tub 

brush curl paint dress 
cooostume 

clink pour mix taste 
nourrrish 

read turn hear bang 
runa to catcha the bus

Betsy Bell, April 1997


     Spring has sprung
         
     The grass is riz
         
     My heart has went
         
     Where my brain is.
         
         
         
     Woe is me!
         
     How happy she
         
     in love again
         
     at almost sixty.
         
         
         
         Cheers,  Betsy

I thought I'd share the results of a recent assignment from my on-line poetry class. Maybe it'll inspire you to write. The task was to write a poem about myself, 9 lines long, and no use of personal pronouns. Here it is:

            No confusion here ©1997, Betsy Bell
         
         
         
         1       This crone, beautiful in graying hair,
         
2       shaped by Swedish immigrants,
         
3       exhausting line of Pilgrim fathers,
         
4       Great Plains, big sky, grasses and hot earth.
         
5       Captured by an intellect so big
         
6       it swept a path across the continents.
         
         
         
7       Infants birthed are birthing now.
         
         
         
8       Alone, ripe, patient,
         
9       with heart so full of love it holds the Earth itself.
         
         
         
                        Betsy Bell, March 1997