TOM BETHELL

I have only found out today that Tom passed in Feb. 2021. We first met in 1958 when we were appointed to teach in a private "prep" (primary) boarding school in England before going up to University (He to oxford, I to Cambridge). In those days he was exploring Ouspensky: Tom always had a roving mind. Over the years we exchanged letters, since I also left England for the USA and pursued an academic career here. We corresponded intermittently: my last email exchange was in 2017. Although we...

I met Mr. Bethell, or Tom as he preferred, in 2019 when I became a part of his in-home care team. We talked through the night well into dawn before he drifted off to sleep. The conversation was most delightful and filled with discussions regarding his writings, especially the books he had authored, his love for wife Donna, and listening to his jazz, the music gender he most favored. It was during that intimidate 12 hour conversation, that I realized that I was in the presence of a great...

Dear Donna, Please accept my sincere condolences on Tom's death. I regret that I am unable to attend his funeral. With much sympathy, Myron Ebell.

Tom Bethell came to Woodberry Forest School in the woods of Virginia in 1962 and occupied a tiny apartment on the second floor of Turner Hall, a combination dormitory and classroom building. My dorm room was right next to his apartment. I can take or leave most jazz, but Tom LOVED jazz and his obit and the articles written about him testify to that fact. I never had him for a class but he was always hard to know, aloof, but he was the master and I was the student. I was 15 so he would have...