Barry “Bazza” Bell passed away on Wed May 21 2025. Bazza’s memory will forever live on in the hearts of family and friends.
Born in Natimuk, on the 25th April 1940 to unwed parents Nell Rice and Daniel “Mick” Crowley. He was rushed to the St James Orphanage not long after birth, where he spent the first few years of his life.
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Amy Bell Bazz at Radleys, on Gunbower Creek (Cohuna)
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1976
Amy Bell VHSSJ DHCI Chipmunk Fogarty’s field
Ray S. Could I correct the registration. It was 'SSJ'. Barry's Tiger was SSI and Ham's Tiger was SSK.
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1961
Amy Bell
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1987
Amy Bell Mark, Bazz, Henry, Amy
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1977
Amy Bell Baz taxying in after landing at Shepparton
in July 1977, with Ben D
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1976
Amy Bell DC-3 VH-BAB doing a performance take off at RAAF Point Cook airshow 5th December, pilot Jack MacDonald & co-pilot Barry Bell. Photo by John Hopton
Ray S. I had placed my 50-300mm Nikkor zoom lens near the rear bulkhead. Lens was not restrained. Hoped they would not go negative! No movement fou...
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Firadao
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Firadao
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Firadao
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AB
22 Jun 2022
ken wardley When Bazz was down last I drove him to Elmore to see Wayne Cowan and Pete , great memories
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AB
10 Jun 2022
ken wardley Wayne Cowan and Bazz taken at Elmore ,there memories go back many of years .
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AB
16 Dec 2012
Kate & Mick Tabone Barry & John Bruce came for a Sunday Roast our dog Shelby got a little excited and jumped in. He wasn’t fazed about the hairy passenger.
1983
Amy Bell Amy, Mark, Bazz
1987
Amy Bell Bill Waterton and Bazz
2008
Amy Bell Henry and Bazz
2013
Amy Bell Troy, Phoebe, Bazz, JB, Lancefield Tractor Pull
1960
Amy Bell Establishment of the Antique Airplane Association of Australia
21 May 2025
Amy Bell Sunset as Allan grandkids were coming in to Brisbane to see Pops
YouTube link to Bazza’s reflection service video:
https://youtu.be/JZNJgWAgOkU
Amy Bell
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AB
13 Mar 1977
Ray Smith Barry about to depart from Hobart for Launceston. There is long story to it!
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Ray Smith At Bill Cowan's property near Bendigo. Barry stored vehicles there.
L to R. Ray, Terry Vickers, Brian Rawson, Bazza, Bill Cowan, Jimmy Williams.
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Ray Smith Forestair (phonetic) and BAB in line astern formation. Point Cook.
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Ray Smith Barry all dressed up. Probably to a meeting re the AAAA. Normal flying attire jeans or shorts - and boots.
Amy B. Great photo Ray !
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Ray Smith The DC3's Captains dog Whiskey was a passenger. Barry was First Officer. Barry left F/O's seat. Dog took seat. Barry could not get seat back.
Ray S. Cont. Dog refused Captain's order to vacate seat. Dog remained in F/O seat for rest of flight. Barry did his jobs standing up. Dog was renam...
Amy B. I remember this story 😆
Ray Smith After takeoff from strip near Riddell in SSI (Tigerrmoth) Barry cleared the fence and then nosed down into the valley. Rock formation on left side.
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Ray Smith Cont. Riddell takeoff. Steep right turn. Beautiful pool of water. Not long after this Barry straightened up, applied full power to climb out.
Ray S. No, He did not warn me of his intentions. Now, about 50 years later I can still feel the engine working very hard.
Henry Henry LabouchereBaz and Hilda were fabulously kind to me at 108 Riddel road , always a meal and a bed, he was a true friend, kind overly generous and had an amazing bank of stories, normally involving Jason Hassard and a C47!
We flew a lot together with Woc, JB, Jimmie, all over Victoria, with love,
Henry the Pom14th July, 2025
Kate & Mick Tabone**BARRY BELL**
It is with great sadness that we learned of the passing of our dear friend Barry. We met Barry by chance around 1998 when our daughter went to Gardiner's Garage in Gisborne for work experience. In 2010, we joined the Macedon Ranges and District Motor Club, where we found Barry again. With our shared love of Fords, we soon became friends.
Barry would come over for a meal, and we would spend enjoyable afternoons with him as he shared his knowledge and told fantastic stories from his early days as an apprentice at Melford Ford, as well as his experiences with Ansett and flying for IPEC in all types of weather to Tasmania and King Island.
He would sit at our dining table (we live in a shed) and tell us that it had the best view. He loved our little '56 Thunderbird and the cars surrounding it. Barry shared that during his apprenticeship at Melford Ford, he would sit in a Thunderbird just like ours to eat his lunch and take photos with his box brownie camera—until he was caught. We will miss his stories and knowledge, our lives are enriched by knowing him, and we will always cherish our friendship with him.27th May, 2025
Rod LovellSincere condolences to Amy, Mark, family and friends.
Let me echo all the words that have been said above. They are all very fitting and appropriate.
I first met Bazza in 1977, when I went to work for IPEC.
Bazza was an incredibly helpful mate, who would always be there for you. His knowledge of machinery, both aircraft and vehicles was unsurpassed. Someone said about his storytelling abilities. He was one of the few that would tell a funny story and I'd have tears of laughter running down my cheeks and so would Bazza.
I'm pretty sure it was Bazza who "suggested" I purchase the Beech 18 off FIA, at Moorabbin. A great suggestion Bazza.
We flew together in Argosy's, DC-3's and DC-9's.
He was a fantastic aviator, a great mechanic and a true mate.
Safe Flying Bazza.27th May, 2025
Dao PitakkumpolPopsy,
I wish I could have spent more time with you—like I said during your early birthday dinner last month, I hoped to be with you until you turned 100. You were like family to me here in Australia, and I’m deeply saddened by your passing.
As I scrolled through the photos on my phone, I saw your warm smile from our last Christmas together, when you were holding the Chinese boy—it brought back so many good memories. I’ll always cherish those moments.
Thank you for being part of my life, Popsy. You will be missed deeply and remembered always.
Dao
26th May, 2025
Antique Aeroplane Association of Australia ..The Antiquers were saddened to learn of the death of our inaugural President Barry Bell.
Barry was the driving force in the establishment of the Association in 1974.
On our 50th anniversary last year, in recognition of Barry's contribution to the Association, the annual "Barry Bell Award" was established to acknowledge the member making the greatest contribution to our Association.
During our celebrations it was very evident that Barry was held in high regard by the members who knew and worked with him in the early years. The Association and the antique aeroplane movement has a lot to thank him for.
Barry will be sadly missed in the Antiquers' family.
Gordon Rich-Phillips
AAAA President26th May, 2025
Michelle FarnellBaz and I met when I was 7 years old. He and Bobby Banto kept their cars in our backyard. I used to hang around them, annoying them and asking questions. Years passed and I didn't see Bazz until I began flying. I was about 23. Bazz's Chipmunk was in a box at Fogarty's and he was putting it together. I had begun flying at Essendon, but had changed to Fogarty's and that's when we caught up again.
After that we seemed to fly all over the countryside for a couple of years, generally in the Chipmunk but sometimes we'd go up to Cowan's at Avonmore where the Tiger Moth was kept, along with various old Fords. I used to drive one of them around the paddocks.
For a while then Bazz and Mark, who lived at this house, had red MGB roadsters and I had a pale blue one. Wokky had a lovely aqua MGB GT.
I bought a house so I couldn't afford to fly very often so I seldom went to Fogarty's or Doc Penny's at Sunbury, though I did go there occasionally. One day during a Penfield fly-in, I was sitting in the front of the Chipmunk with a video camera photographing a very rare Sessna belonging to Joe Drage. Afterwards we headed to Monegeetta with Wokky, who was flying BJE, his Tiger. He landed and realised that there were powerlines across the strip just before the intersection. Bazz saw the poles either side, (he may have missed them had he been in the front seat), and we cut through them, thanks to his very quick, very astute judgement. We kept flying not knowing whether or not we had wheels. The starboard light was chopped off cleanly.
We were very lucky that day. It could have been the end for both of us. It seemed to create a stronger bond.
Somewhere around this time Bazz was flying freight to Devonport during the early hours of the morning, firstly in the DC3 then later the Argosy. Sometimes I would go along. When in the DC3 one of the pilots would sleep soon after take-off, then wake up for the landing. When Bazz was flying he would let me take the controls. One night he also fell asleep leaving me flying the 3 unsupervised for who knows how long. Fortunately I was good at maintaining a heading and flying straight and level.
Baz bought his first car when, as a boy scout, he met a woman who had loads of bottles that she wanted to get rid of. He collected them, cashed them in, kept the money, and bought his first car. He was thrown out of the scouts but he considered this a bonus.
Later he would drive around with Hilda in the car, even taking her to the drive-in. His friends thought this hilarious.
When driving with friends he was often chased by police but they didn't catch him because apparently he used to hide the car in our backyard.
We'd fly to Cowan's at sunrise, literally. We'd drive to Fogarty's in the dark, the prop would be turning over, then at the first streak of light we would be off. I used to take coffee in a Thermos and Chocolate Royals, and we'd have this over Lake Eppalock prior to having bacon and eggs with Mrs Cowan.
Later there was flights to Canberra, to terrorise politicians about issues relating to old aeroplanes and vintage cars. 25th May, 2025
Ian SilvesterGuys, we at the Moretons club at Redcliffe Airport are all saddened by your loss.
Bazza was a good friend, proud aviator, great storyteller and father.
We had learned of his recent illness.
We are sad to have lost him.
We've lost a great guy.
Thanks, and best wishes in the harder times ahead.
Condolences to you all.
Ian Silvester et al.25th May, 2025
Noel Watson I first met Baz around 2000 when he jovined the Macedon ranges & district motor club,at that time he had a 73 dodge challenger,50 Ford coupe & later purcherd a 34 ford sedan that needed lots of work , during the build I managed to get some hard to find bits& was amazed how I found them.Just the sort of cars I had.We hot it off right away & quickly became mates along with his greatate J b ,he loved going on club runs with his cars & always looked forward to the next one.Baz knew more about old Ford's than anyone & could mix & match parts from different models to fix anything.The building of my 33 roadster would not have happened without his vast knowledge.He could cook a mean b b q either at his house in Romsey or at my house in Heathcote ( often ringing mates at work asking them if they wanted a snag or a glass of red,getting expletive replys) .when he shifted to Qld I went to visit him often , always great times reminiscing about cars we owned,worked on & wished we still had being taken to see big ford car collections.One of the outstanding things we did was going to Crowdy Head on NSW to drive his 34 sedan along the beach along with his mate wocka.Every nite we had b b q dinner with a bottle or 2 of red wine,so good. Baz was a great mate who would help out anyone who was in trouble.Im proud to say i was his mate & I will miss him greatly. 25th May, 2025
Graeme Lemin Barry Bazza Bell – a personal perspective, plus his time with the Macedon Ranges and District Motor Club.
I first met Barry in 1977, or thereabouts. I had a 1946 Ford, and the friend who painted it for me happened to work at Essendon Airport where he painted aircraft and did general maintenance. He told me about a guy he knew at the airport who had a 48 Mercury. His name was Barry Bell, and my friend told me that this Barry fella knew a fair bit about old Fords.
I made a trip out to the airport one day and met Mr Bell, and we had a bit of a chat about old Fords and that was about it. Fast forward 10 years or so, and I was living in Romsey. A friend who had lived up there all his life told me about some old Fords parked at Penfield Airport, near Sunbury. We decided that we should go and check them out. Luckily for us, the owner of the cars happened to be there that day, and he showed us his cars and we chatted for a while. That was the second time I met Barry.
Fast forward again to the late 90s, or possibly 2000 and at one of the meetings of our car club in Gisborne, a prospective member stood up and introduced himself. Of course, it was Barry, so I went and introduced myself and reminded him of meeting him at Essendon Airport. He may not have necessarily remembered me, but he certainly remembered my car! From that day forth, Bazza and I became good friends, and strangely enough there was a lot of talk about old Fords.
The engine in my 1940 Ford was getting a bit tired, and Bazza said that he would be happy to rebuild it for me. It was a funny situation. He would come down to my place, the ever present overnight bag in hand, and spend the day working on the engine and then he would stay for dinner and go and sleep in his Falcon panel van in the driveway. I would thank him for all of his hard work, and he would say “No, thank YOU for letting me work on this fabulous old engine”. And it would go backwards and forwards, both of us thanking the other. Over dinner, and perhaps a red or two afterwards, Baz often told us hilarious stories of his flying days, or the time he and his mates “borrowed” a tram so they could get home in the middle of the night, or other crazy escapades that seem to go hand in hand with mucking around with old cars.
I remember when Bazza was looking to buy a 1946 Ford convertible. I saw one advertised in a club newsletter and I rang him and told him about it. He spoke to the seller, and I think he may have even gone down to Gippsland to have a look at it and hand over a deposit. Baz felt that he was getting a super good deal on this car, and he was worried that the seller would change his mind. On the day he went to pick it up, Baz and JB drove down to Gippsland, with the balance of the payment in cash. He handed over the cash, and as soon as it had been counted he just wanted to get out of there in case there was a change of heart from the seller. Meanwhile, the seller was saying “don’t go yet, I have all of these manuals and books and stuff to give you”, but Bazza was already heading out the gate yelling “Just post it all to me!”. There was no way that he was going to risk losing this car due to a rethink from the seller. The funny part was that I knew the seller’s daughter in law through my job, and his wife was already planning on what they could do with the proceeds from the car. There was never going to be a change of heart, but I laugh every time I think of Baz heading away from their home as quickly as he possibly could, all the time expecting a tap on the shoulder from the seller to say he had changed his mind.
As mentioned earlier, Baz joined the local car club around 2000, and it didn’t take long before he took on the role of club’s technical officer. A major part of this role was conducting safety inspections on members’ cars and also conducting what was essentially a roadworthy test for vehicles to be able to be used on the club permit system (a form of concessional registration for older cars). Bazza provided guidance and assistance to so many people as the club’s tech officer, and helped so many people to get their classic cars on the road.
Baz was instrumental in setting up the club’s very well equipped workshop, so that inspections could be held in a centralised location, instead of the tech officer and assistants having to drive all over the place. Another of Barry’s achievements was to ensure that all volunteers involved in vehicle inspections for the club were protected by public liability insurance. It was a sad day for many people when he decided to move to Brisbane.
Bazza, thank you for your friendship, for your guidance and assistance. Thank you for making me almost wet my pants with your hilarious stories. Thanks for rebuilding the engine in my old Ford. And thank you for sharing your knowledge and experience with all who needed it. And finally, thank you for just being Baz. Farewell my friend, may the roads be smooth and the skies free from clouds.
25th May, 2025
Casey BruceWow where do I start, to many memories to say.
From weekends at an airfield, through to car events, at point cook tinkering with engines and a P-51, to chipmunks and tiger moths, at some point I believe we almost spent every weekend together.
You were such a storyteller, entertainer and all round awesome gentleman, in fact when you were with Dad, (JB) we all used to call you Starsky and Hutch a formidable pair.
I know dads waiting for you with more story’s to tell in that big Hangar in the sky, although we will miss you here your memory lives on in all of us.
Thank you for all you were a true friend and a part of our family 25th May, 2025
Michelle TiemanBazza, my childhood memories are full of you! Always with my dad JB, both in overalls tinkering with a car or plane and as I grew you were still a huge part of our lives even putting up with dad while he lived with you. Your never ending friendship to him still amazes me & it was much appreciated. You really were great mates and I imaging you both up in heaven ‘tinkering’ & chatting.
I think my funniest memory is when I used to drive past you Bazza on the freeway. You’d leave work in Gisborne and somehow almost every weeknight I’d pass you in my little car. You were so conservative, always driving 100km in the 110km zone. I’d just wave as I’d zoom past, I think you told dad I was a crazy driver & maybe in my 20s I was. Ha ha ha.
You were a lovely man and will be missed but your memory lives on. ❤️❤️25th May, 2025
Alfred Medley Please accept my condolences for your loss,
Barry and I go back to 1970 and have spent a lot of flying time together and in formation, he will be sadly missed by myself and the talks we had over the past. Fly high Baz.
25th May, 2025
Ben DanneckerWe had only spoken on the phone two weeks ago.
Barry & I were both F/Os on Bass Strait night freighters, he on the Brain & Brown AW660 Argosy (after years on DC-3s) and self flying
DC-3s with Forrestair - both companies based at Essendn Airport. We studied together for the dreaded SCPL subjects still remaining.
Barry was a great guy starting out as a motor mechanic and then becoming a pilot and instructor with Schutt's flying school at Moorabbin.
He had owned both a DH82 Tiger Moth and a DHC1 Chipmunk VH-SSJ, pic attached showing Baz taxying in after landing at Shepparton
in July 1977. I had flown with Baz in this very Chippie on other occasions.
Barry Bell was the founding member and its first president of the Antique Aeroplane Association of Australia in 1976 when he asked me to
do a story on flying the DH84 Dragon VH-AGC based at Point Cook, where I was an honorary flight instructor with the RAAF Point Cook
Flying Club and we also had a Chipmunk, VH-RSK. This one request set me on course to later produce some three dozen such articles.
As my first contribution to AAAofA it was printed on quarto-size "butcher shop" paper - a far cry from what we have today.
Barry was a man of many talents and only recently we had spoken about solving difficult car maintenance problems - for which he
always had a reasoned solution based on practical experience.
Barry was a highly experienced antique aircraft pilot including types such as the DH89 Rapide & Lockheed 12, plus a range of single-engined types.
He also held approvals to train other pilots in formation & aerobatic flight.
Baz ended his flying career with IPEC as a DC-9 captain and fellow IPEC DC-9 pilot was Jack MacDonald, who trained him for command. Sadly we lost Jack earlier this year.
There is a lot more to tell about Barry's career and the Antique flying community has lost one of its major contributors..
May Baz Rest in Peace.25th May, 2025
Mirabel AllanBarry was my pop, I was his first grandchild. I will miss seeing him during the holidays, one thing I won’t miss is him trying to get his bird friends to attack me. I lived with him through my first year spending almost all of my time with him whether it was looking at cars, eating sausages or just bouncing around he was always watching . Going to miss you24th May, 2025
ken wardley I am Very Sad to hear of the loss of a great Man in Bazz , Firstly My Condolences to the family Amy , Mark and Grand children . Bazz and I go back since 1966 /67 .
I met Bazz and his good friend Dave Smith at essendon Airport , working for the groundstaff Maintenance . We became very good friends and couldn’t have met a nicer guy . Bazz was into old T model fords and old aeroplanes . We would travel around together looking for old T model Fords in the back yards of peoples properties up in Regional Victoria . Bazz had a heart of gold and very knowledgeable man . Bazz use to fly over Bass straight in the DC 3 with Brain and Brown Airfreight Essendon to get more experience while going for his Commercial Pilots licence .He taught many people to fly for private licence for the love of flying , plus to build up his hrs for his commercial licence.
Bazz you will be sadly missed, always in my heart . RIP We she’ll meet again . Love from ken Wardley 24th May, 2025
Mark BellPops was my hero as a child and my best friend as an adult
I consider myself extremely lucky to have such an amazing guy as a father.
Honest, generous and intelligent, he sought respect and recognition from friends and colleagues who held the same attributes.
There were many. To have an individual held in such high regard look upon you with pride and admiration at any achievement no matter how trivial is a wonderful privilege.
Really going to miss swinging spanners and talking jets with the old man.
Love you dad.23rd May, 2025
Mali BellBarry was not only a pop he was also a father and a friend. He will all hold special places in in our hearts that no one else can take. He always told stories of his past and always made the conversation fun. One of the things that was the most funniest to me was when he fell asleep in the most random places whether it was a dinner party or on the couch. He always loved and cherished every one in the family and always welcomed them. It will never be the same without him walking through our front door with a big smile on his face. 23rd May, 2025
Darin BajorekBarry Bell (Bazza) was my pop. Someone who was always there, reliable, loving, and completely himself. I loved listening to him talk about things he was passionate about with a spark in his eyes, you could listen to the stories over and over and never get bored, and they always had some hidden lesson. Pops was a source of so much wisdom and things he had learnt from his experience as a mechanic and pilot. Popsy was really funny, sometimes without even trying to be. He was also charming, I remember he could even make the grumpy Woolworths checkout lady laugh.
He was so proud of everyone he loved, and told me everything would work out, to not take things so serious. He taught me that love isn’t always big or loud, and most times, it’s the small things. In showing up, and being there. In the way he did everything with care and intention. Like whenever he’d get a phone call from his friends, or we were having dinner, he would always give his full attention, and could sit and talk for hours. Or how every time we sat down in the car he would make me do a routine of double checking my seatbelt. We will all miss him deeply, and I can’t imagine our weekly Redcliffe visits without him. I’ll miss seeing him waiting in his silver pops mobile out front of the house, ready for dinner, and bringing him on trips, and having him there to celebrate the big things.
I am lucky to always carry him with me - in the way i hope to be strong, steady, kind, smart and live with care like him. I wish I could hear your voice singing to Frank Sinatra again pops.
I’ll love and remember you forever,
Over and out23rd May, 2025
Dear AengchuanI will miss you walking through that door.
I will miss having you around.
I will miss your cheeky smile.
I will miss you telling me about your day.
I will miss hearing stories about your past.
I will miss our conversations and lively debates around the dining table.
I will miss you when I go to the places we once shared.
and I will miss you even more in the moments when life gets hard.
I will miss your wisdom, your advice, and your strength.
I will miss your thoughts, your presence, and the supports you gave without question or condition.
You were such a big part of my life, Pops.
You were my best friend, my mentor, and more than anything, you felt like a father to me.
It hurts so deeply to miss someone you love and know they’re no longer in this world.
Thank you for everything.
I wouldn’t be who I am or where I am without your love and support.
With all my love,
Dee23rd May, 2025
Troy AllanI am deeply saddened by this sudden loss. I am so grateful for all the support you gave to Amy and I through the years. I have so many cherished memories of our time living with you at Woodend and Romsey. I will miss you and I will always remember your stories and your laughs. 23rd May, 2025
Henry AllanI knew Barry as my Pop, he knew me as ‘Hank’. I first remember him at his house in Romsey, but remember him more at his dusty house in Kippa ring. He taught me what strength looks like, not in loud declarations, but in quiet work. He showed me how to work hard, swim harder, and even fix a car tyre. Even in his silence, he spoke crazy stories. His example continues to shape the person I am today.
Though he’s no longer here with us in body, his spirit lives on in the stories we tell, and the values we carry. I miss him deeply, every single day. But I also carry immense gratitude, for every moment, every story, and every lesson.
Pop, thank you for everything. You will always be loved. You will always be remembered. And you will always be with me.
Rest peacefully.
23rd May, 2025
Phoebe AllanBarry was my Pop and I don’t believe anyone else could’ve had a cooler bloke as their grandpa. Many things he did I had found weird and crazy; like wearing his boots to the beach, only tanning with some special coconut oil, listening to old-time music whilst spending 24/7 around his cars and telling us that he paints cane toads with his car chemicals. One of my favourite moments with Pop was our last Christmas together, making him wear a bright green grinch t-shirt. He made it clear that he had hated the idea- but later telling us all It was the greatest Christmas he had ever had. I know Pop didn’t like us kids mucking around in his sheds with all his crap, so I hope he doesn’t mind us making use to his car oils/stuff. I love you Pop, you were the greatest grandpa anyone could ask for. 23rd May, 2025
Edward AllanBarry bell was my pop, or more well known as bazza from his friends. I know him as the funny guys he had a lot of weird habits like cutting his small shoes into Sanford when they get to big or sunbathing in the sun intil he looks like a tomato or wearing the same socks for a month, but the best thing about him was that he was strong but not in muscle way, in a more mind way he proved that in his last few days. 23rd May, 2025
Amy BellSome people are lucky to know an extraordinary person. I had one as my dad. It didn’t take me long to realise he was like no other father I saw or person I knew. He took me for my first flight in his chipmunk when I was 6 weeks old, bought me a motorbike when I was four, a car when I was 10 - he always said to me don’t be like anyone else and have fun. That was easy with a dad like him.
Recently he was always there on the end of the phone, or encouraging me to visit to “have a break” when we would just sit around and talk. Well, he would mostly talk. A man like him has so many stories and a gift to tell them so well.
What is left when such an incredible person passes away? Lots and lots of memories. The family he created around himself, people who accepted dad as their own and treated Mark and I as one of theirs. We are not alone with him being gone. I see a plane in the sky and think of him rushing out to name it. A classic car races by, and he raises his eyebrows. A politician makes a promise and he relates it to something in the past. I can see him in my brother, my sons, my daughters and nieces. Sometimes in myself.
Love you Dad x 23rd May, 2025
