Bill Bell
Born - perhaps on the peat
In some Scottish retreat
With wife and two children
Scotland was Bill’s home
Across the earth they chose to roam
A painter he was trained to be -
He must have a trade
To cross the sea
A BC Tel employee on the go
A café he started
To make more dough
The Big Scoop where folks could see
Many friendly faces
When drinking coffee or tea
They came from miles around
To enjoy the best food in our town
A volunteer fireman with no pay at all
But at the Club, Bill had a ball
The family decided to sell the café
They moved away
To return another day
When Bill’s heart began to fail
He began to look somewhat pale
When wife, Charlotte passed away
It changed Bill every day
When Carol came into his life
She cared for him with love so pure
We thought it was a new heart cure
He always said ‘I’m feeling fine’
Although Carol gave us a different line.
The road of life always has an end
We always hope it to be another bend
Death comes to all, it won’t go away
Perhaps Bill will be with us another day.
Mel McKinney
On April 3rd, the family held a private gathering in Williams Lake in honour of William Bell. We would like to thank all of the nurses and doctors at Cariboo Memorial Hospital who took care of him over the last few years. To all his friends and acquaintances, thank you for your condolences and support during this difficult time.
Karen, George and Julie Bell