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More stories from the Bells

Dear Editor:Stories. Tony Vagneur has stories. And Roger Marolt. And Bruce Berger. And Warren Conner. (Boy, how did we let him go without writing down everything he knew about the Roaring Fork Valley?) And now comes Becky Sparks’ “Looking back at the Bells” letter on Aug. 3 (Letters to the Editor) talking about camping at the Bells with Craig Ward when he was just a kid. So now I have to tell my story about the Bells which only Sue Lum’s daughters have heard from my mouth.My aunt and uncle had just gotten married in West Dummerston, Vt. in August of 1939 and were on their honeymoon trip out west. In Colorado Springs they met a civil engineer named Hagerman who told them that Aspen was the perfect place for them to spend part of their honeymoon. They took his advice and made the drive. You can imagine the drive from Colorado Springs in 1939.Once in Aspen they inquired if there might not be a cabin somewhere where they could stay. Yup. There was and it belonged to an old Swede named Andersen up near Maroon Lake. Up they went on the gravel road where they found Mr. Andersen in his cabin. He agreed to let them stay in the cabin but allowed as how there wouldn’t be much privacy with him staying there too. They said that was fine and he put up blankets across the cabin so they could have a little privacy.He turned the radio on at night and early in the morning so that they could have a little more privacy and that was why they were awakened the next morning, Sept. 1, 1939, with the news that Germany had invaded Poland and World War II had begun.I was about two years old at the time and had been present at their wedding in Vermont, but of course I never heard the story of their adventure near Aspen until years later when my uncle was visiting at the invitation of the Aspen Institute during the 25th anniversary of the Goethe Bicentennial in 1974. My uncle described the location of the cabin and it fit precisely the property I knew to be owned now by Henry Stein. I called Mr. Stein and he invited us to lunch in the little house he had built on the land that once belonged to Mr. Andersen.So, there’s another Bells story for you! And then there’s Barry’s and Christina’s wedding and then … on and on.Jim BreastedCarbondale