User:Ralfryan

I am user ralfryan, I have started the information on Phoenix Alberta Canada. Unfortunately there have been no contributions, which I find very sad. Hopefully this will change.

Here is an update after all these years: Names I recall which are related to the Phoenix Alberta Lumber Mill and later; site: Where there is only one name it is a last name: Murdoch Munroe McLean Kenneth Edward "BUD" McLean Anne McLean Florence McLean Dene McLean Harley Thompson (many other members of the Rocky Thompson family) Kenneth Kennedy Beanblossom Charley Bruce (ran a small logging operation lived in Rocky) Marion Raleigher (spelling) Bob Greer Mr. Stelfox (Indian Agent from Rocky) Ray Mustard (Bronc rider) The hazer for Pete Knight (Calgary Stampede Bronc riding Champion) John Barton Ramsay

Hello I am user ralfryan, I have started the information on Phoenix Alberta Canada. Unfortunately there have been no contributions, which I find very sad. Hopefully this will change. Phoenix is in Alberta, about thirty miles west of Rocky Mountain House. It was once the side of a Lumber mill owned by the T.A.Burroughs Lumber Company of Winnipeg Manitoba. My Grandfather, Murdoch Munroe McLean had worked for Burroughs in Manitoba at Swan River, Dauphin, and Grandview. He was sent west to do some timber cruising in Alberta in about 1918 to 1919. He lost his wife and mother of three children to the Flu epidemic. I think he maiden name was Souris. His children were: Anne (Malissa??), Murdena MacKay, and Kenneth Edward. Murdoch McLean reported a sizeable timber birth between Rocky Mountain House and Nordegg, near the CPR track which hauled coal from Nordegg to Red Deer Alberta and distribution points thereafter. Burroughs send McLean back west. He settled his family and new wife (Florence) in Edmonton and began to hire his crews from the King Edward Hotel in Edmonton. A man by the name of Hedley (I believe it was Hedderly from Dauphin Manitoba) was sent up as mill manager. CPR built a spur track in about 1/3 to 2/3 of a mile into what would become the mill yard. I'm not positive how the name Phoenix was arrived at but I do have a pretty good clue. The tracked steam engines which were used for skidding logs at other mills owned by Burroughs in Manitoba were manufactured by the Phoenix Tractor Company. I'm not sure whether there was ever such a tractor used in this particular mill, but it is highly possible. Phoenix was eventually to consist of a number of cabins and a camp consisting of all the required buildings from wash house to mess halls and all to house what I believe was in the area of 300 men. Murdoch McLean was foreman. The mill/townsite was on the East bank of the North Saskatchewan River, slightly upstream from where the Ram River enters the North Saskatchewan. The bank was about 100-125 feet high. Opposite, the land was just slightly higher than the river. Everything at the mill was powered by a large steam engine. A jack ladder was built to carry the logs up from river level to the mill. This was said to be the highest jack ladder in the lumber business at the time. At the foot of the jack ladder there was a man made pond, to allow the logs to be dumped from sleighs and then mustered to the ladder to be carried up. This was all done as virtually all the trees felled for the mill were on the other side of the large river. The west side of the river became the sites of many camps which housed the tree fallers and skidders etc. These camps were all numbered. I recall hearing of camps numbered "24 and 22", but don't know how the sequence ran. Murdoch McLean was killed in a single vehicle accident in the area of Sylvan Lake in, I think, 1930. He was in the middle seat of a pickup. The driver is unknown to me, as is the name of the third man. Mr. Stelfox was one of the three men. The vehicle hit a ridge of gravel in the middle of the road. A grader left this ridge, which was a common thing in those days. As it hit the ridge it rolled over. McLean was the only person injured and he had his neck broken. He lived for only about three or four days. He is buried in Rocky Mountain House Cemetery; the one on the top of the hill left side as you leave Rocky townsite and drive East. His grave is beside his son, Kenneth (Bud) Edward McLean. When McLean died the mill survived until (I think) about '34'35'36. The depression had hit the industry very hard. By July of 1936 the mill was vacant, but still in working order. Coveralls and gloves were still hanging where the workers had left them. Sometime later the entire lot went under the auctioneers hammer. All that was left were the timbers of the foundations of the buildings, and the private cabins/shacks of a few people, including Murdoch McLean's cabin and Hedley's house. The population fell to about eight to ten people. Due to the death of Murdoch and loss of income, Mrs. Florence McLean moved from Edmonton to Phoenix. The daughters were working in Edmonton. She took Kenneth McLean with her. Murdoch had taught Kenneth to hunt, fish and trap. Kenneth worked very successfully as a trapper and they lived quite well with very low expenses and plenty of food on the table. I should mention here that Florence had been the pastry chef at Buckingham Palace prior to meeting Murdoch McLean. Kenneth trapped in the area until by a prearranged signal from the postmaster at Horburg (about ten miles as the crow flies from Phoenix with only the rail and a crooked trail connecting) that he was going to be conscripted into the Canadian Army. The Army was going to get a Sharpshooter as prior to his joining up in Edmonton, Kenneth dropped off, among other furs, one thousand squirrel pelts; all shot in the eye with a .22 caliber rifle! Kenneth went over seas as a Commando, but was changed over to act as a tank commander and radio man in a Sherman tank. He entered Europe on D-Day plus six and the tank squadron fought all the way into Holland and eventually into Germany. In France his tank was destroyed with no loss of life by artillery. He took leave in Germany and went to Rotterdam to enjoy his time off. He was by a three story brick cinema when it was hit by a German V-1. He had shrapnel in his arms, chest and neck. Outside the medical tent after he had been operated on he was just coming to, when he noticed a blood covered doctor sitting on a pail having a smoke. Kenneth asked him if he could have one, saying he couldn't move the blankets which had him in a cocoon. The Doc obliged him and they got to talking. The Doc mentioned he was having a rough time of it and explained to Kenneth in the dark, how he had operated on a young fellow earlier. He told Kenneth it had been a rough job, he had done his best but the fellow was dead by now. He was sobbing as he explained the wounds the young man had sustained. As Kenneth listened, he realized the Doc was talking about his injuries! They had another smoke! Kenneth eventually returned to England, recovered and married a girl from Luton, just outside London, by the name of Doreen Mutton. They left England after the war and Kenneth and Doreen returned to Phoenix Alberta and operated their trap line. Doreen became a sharpshooter and learned to clean pelts and bait traps. Kenneth and Doreen eventually moved to first, Horburg, then Ferrier, then Condor and Eckville Alberta. Kenneth worked for the CPR from about 1950 to his retirement. The writer had often visited Kenneth and Doreen when they lived in Phoenix. As a youngster he had also visited Mrs. Florence McLean in Phoenix as she lived there all during the war and for years afterwards, eventually passing on at 102 years in Kelowna B.C. She lived and maintained herself in a one-room apartment there until six months before her death, when she moved into a home for the aged. I often recalled the times I had enjoyed in Phoenix, but through one thing and another, I never made it back. In 2002 on a Sunday drive, my wife and I found ourselves in the Rocky Mountain House area, and decided to see if we could find Horburg. My visits to Phoenix had usually been by train from Red Deer, as the trail was usually impassable other than by horse. We found Horburg, but the store and post office had long since burned down. The owner; a well known moonshiner was long gone. We found the trail or at least I think it was the old trail but it was very grown in and wet. The following year, this time with a Jeep, but not much more prepared, we decided to see if we could find phoenix by using oil roads and cut lines. We weren't carrying any food to speak of and very little water. We eventually wound up on the north side of a low, wide valley of about one mile in width. I walked down the cut line as the grass was waist high and I was concerned what logs or rocks may be ahead of us. I stopped after walking about 100 feet and gazed across the valley, then towards the bottom of it. Something had caught my eye about part way up the far side. To this day I don't know what it was. Remembering a set of binoculars in the back of the jeep, I retrieved them. Back at the Jeep, leaning against the hood, I adjusted the glasses and focused on the far side of the valley. There was a glint of green, not on the cut line, but perhaps 100 feet into the trees on the east side. I tried to catch it again, but couldn't. Before turning back to the Jeep I focused on the bottom of the valley. I stared as I detected movement on the side of the valley nearest me. I couldn't believe my eyes. The movement was about 1000 to 1200 feet from me. My wife was asking what was taking me so long. I motioned her to look through the glasses. Her eyes widened in fear, she handed the glasses back to me saying, "They are coming right at us, lets get out of here". I took the glasses back for one more look, confirming what I had thought I'd seen. It had taken us over two hours of bush driving to get to that spot on the cut line. It took us 20 minutes to get out. When we reached Rocky Mountain House we went to the RCMP and told them what we had seen. They listened, asked numerous questions, but seemed quite calm, although very interested. After we had answered a few questions I suggested they didn't seem too surprised. The Sergeant said he was most surprised of the location we had seen them in, saying he had heard of sightings similar to this but far on the other side of the river and many miles away. We headed back to Edmonton and had a very restless night. We couldn't help but think of the "what ifs" of our journey. This should serve as notice to anyone considering visiting that area of Alberta. If you do so, please be prepared. I had carried an illegal 9mm, 12 shot semi automatic pistol, but when I had returned to the Jeep I had hidden it very well. I was simply too scared to use it although I'm a pretty good shot. What did we see? We saw either eighteen or twenty (we're still not exactly sure) fully dressed Klu Klux Clansmen, They were fully dressed in their white gear, and they had been running towards us in the waist high grass. Each carried a fairly short rifle, which I would assume to be an assault type. They had other gear I didn't have time to confirm but I would suggest the gear was extra ammo etc. They weren't packing as for a field trip! The difficulty we had in doing an accurate count, apart from the fear factor, was the way they were running. Everyone was running in single file, and not in a straight line, more like broken field running. As they did this the front two would stop, step aside and the line would go on by. These two would stop until the others all passed and they then would take up the rear. In the moments we were there, I saw this repeated three times.

KGR