Rebecca “Bex” Crowell

I have been struggling to write this post.
It is with a heavy heart that I share the news that Bex Crowell passed away peacefully on Friday morning, February 11, 2022, at a hospital in Boston.
Although ill, until the last week of her life she continued to crochet beautiful creative hats for the homeless, and also donated them to an animal rescue group for sale as a fundraiser. She also continued to post on Facebook, share her interests, and interact with her friends. Bex often posted comments here, always kind, always compassionate, always interesting.
Bex kept a blog for many years, called Crow Cottage, which she took down a few years ago. She was a wonderful writer.
She leaves behind the love of her life, her husband Paul, and many friends.
She will be dearly missed.

Robert Louis Stevenson – 1850-1894

Under the wide and starry sky,
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he longed to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.

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Steve-Paul (SP) Simms

So sorry about this, Maggie. Though I never met Bex, I became familiar with her through your blog posts so it feels like I knew her slightly. She was one of your most frequent responders. Condolences to her husband Paul, and to you.

Joan Marie Brennan

I forgot to message.
Condolences for the loss of Bex who seemed a very good person to have around. RIP

Eileen Barton

Oh, how sad! Condolences to her husband and to you, Maggie. Rest in peace, Bex.


Thanks for posting this Maggie. It’s hard to believe that Bex is gone. She had a passion for helping people and animals with her knitting and crocheting. And her relationship with Paul was inspiring. I’m going to miss her 🙁


I didn’t know Bex as long as you did, but I will miss her cheery posts, too. May she long be remembered, and all those lovely hats be treasured. So many prayers for Paul, during this new lonely phase of his life.

Stubblejumpers Cafe

I’ve just sent the following poem to my closest friend, who is on vigil at a hospital where her brother is dying. To me it’s one way of describing what we feel when our loved ones are leaving or have left, and yet we hope they are on their way to someplace better. I’m sorry for your loss, Maggie.

We call for him

but he doesn’t turn around.

He’s on his way to the forests of his childhood,

to the land of blue flowers and golden autumns

where the birds sing a different song.


 by Sirkka Turkka


Maggie, thank you for posting this sad news. I recall that it was Bex who suggested the name Mist Cottage.


That’s so sad. I feel for Paul, with no one to watch for him anymore.