Index to Family Stories 1940 -1965

Written by Harold McNeill on January 11th, 2011. Posted in Index to Posts


Index to Family Stories 1941 -1965

October, 2014: The Index Sections are currently being updated.
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Full introduction to the Family Series 1940 – 1965 go to: Introduction
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Part VI Return to Cold Lake and the High School Years

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31: Chapter 3:  Cars, Girls, Rock and Roll:  (1955 -1960).  I was tempted to name this story “Sex, Drugs, Rock and Roll”, but as for the first “what happened in Cold Lake, stayed in Cold Lake” and for the second, our drug was “liquor”.  So I decided to stick with Cars and Girls as that was, and still is, a fairly potent combination.  Link Here to the Cars and Girls Story

30. Chapter 2: The Silent Generation, Our High School Years:   “The Silent Generation”.  Seems someone made a big mistake as this chapter and the next will reveal.   Link here to the “Silent Generation

29. Chapter 1: The Journey Begins, Summer, 1953:  This was one of the most difficult posts to write as it involved aspects of our family life that was beginning to fracture.  We still loved each other, but sometimes love is not enough.  Link to The Journey Begins

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Part V  The Gypsy Years

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28. Chapter 3, Mink Farming in LacLaBiche, July, 1952:   LacLaBiche would be a mixed blessing for Louise and me.  We started out with Mom and Dad, but would soon be pulled apart as they headed south for work. Line to LacLaBiche

27. Chapter 2, Farming in Pibroch, Summer 1950:  Shorty after school was out in Edmonton, we were again on the move.  The small community of Pibroch was not much more than a name on the map, but at least we would be back with Mom and Dad.  Link to Pibroch

26. Chapter 1, Edmonton, Alberta  Fall, 1949:   While the move to Harlan (series below) was our first time away from Mom and Dad, that was more like a summer holiday.  The move to Edmonton was much different.  Link to Edmonton

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Part IV Harlan, Saskatchewan

Gypsy 3

25. Chapter 6: Our Dad is Missing,  July 1949:   (October 2010)   The last time we saw our Dad he was standing at the back door of the Beer Parlour in Alix, Alberta.   Link to Our Dad is Missing

24. Chapter 5: Harlan Movie Night, Summer, 1949: Once every week or two we would attend the old Country Hall for a Movie and perhaps an afternoon picnic. An exciting event as these were the first movies we ever attended.  Link to Movie

23. Chapter 4: Hunting Crows’ Nests, Spring, 1949:  (September 2010), As most realize, crows are one of the smartest birds on the earth. They work hard to protect each other and would never hesitate to attack someone who has either hurt one of their own or is damaging their property.  Such was the fate of my cousin Stanley and I as we went about trying to destroy one of their nests.  Link to Hunting Crows

22. Chapter 3: Snakes and Horses, Early Summer, 1949:  (October, 2010):  My cousin Betty was deathly afraid of snakes so my other cousin, her brother, and  I used that to great advantage as Betty was bigger and stronger than us. Link to Snakes

21. Chapter 2:  An Interesting History:  (October 2010).  One man who died at Frog Lake was John Delany, the Grandfather of my Aunt Hazel (wife of my mom’s brother Melvin Wheeler).  Link to Interesting History

20. Chapter 1: The Old School House:  On leaving Cold Lake, Mom and Dad went one direction, Louise and I another.  We ended up in Harlan on a farm with Aunt Liz and Uncle Warren Harwood and two of our cousins, Betty (Elizabeth) and Stanley Dewan.  Link to the Old School House

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Part III: Living at Marie Lake, North of Cold Lake (1947 – 1949)

Collage Marie Lake

19. Chapter 11 – A Final Farewell Spring, 1949:  (July, 2010) The end of our time at Marie Lake came suddenly and without explanation. Within a matter of days mom and dad had packed our belongings and we were headed away from a way of life that would never again be repeated. Mom and Dad headed one direction, Louise and I another and, our buddy Shep and good friend Mr. Goodrich, still another. Join the final chapter of our life at Marie Lake: (Link to A Final Farewell)

18. Chapter 10 – A Winter Trip to Cold LakeJanuary 1949:  (August, 2010) Shep and I spent many hours travelling around back country wood and lakeland. Shep was a well trained sled dog with seemingly boundless energy.  Follow Shep and me on a thirty mile solo trip from our home at Marie Lake (in the background) to the Town of Cold Lake at:(Link to Winter Trip to Cold Lake)

17. Chapter 9 – Back to Hauling Logs Fall, 1948:   (September, 2010) Hauling logs using a double bob pulled by horses was still in common use in the first half of the last century. Above, Uncle Denny (Dewan) of Midnight Lake, SK, sits atop a recently cut load.  In the early winter of 1948, when Louise was about five and I, about eight, took our first solo trip into the wilderness to cut and load firewood. Join our adventure at:   (Link to Hauling Logs)

16. Chapter 8 – On Thin Ice (Fall 1948):  (September, 2010) In the north country, particularly in isolated areas, travel during the winter on ice covered lakes saved many hours.  To get an early, Dad and his friends always tested the limits when lakes froze over in the fall. Sometimes they were lucky, sometime not.  Follow Uncle Warren and cousin Emerson Dewan as they travel across Marie Lake ‘On Thin Ice’.   (Link to On Thin Ice)

15. Chapter 7 – Crash on Highway 28 (Summer/Fall, 1948):   (September, 2010) Aunt Marsha (Mom’s sister) and Mr. Goodrich (trapper neighbour), bagged a dozen geese early one morning.  Dad love fresh cooked goose, but would have a hard time savouring these babies.   (Link to Crash on Highway 28)

14. Chapter 6 – My Best Friend 1947 -1949 – (August, 2010) As family stories were told and retold over the years, the story of Shep, the dog Louise and I had for two short years at Marie Lake, played a prominent role. The old saying “a dog is a man’s best friend” is generally true but, in retrospect, I have come to believe Shep took second place to someone else in my young life.  To find out who that might have been join the story at:    (Link to My Best Friend)

13. Chapter 5 – The Trap LineWinters of 1947/48 and 1948/49 – Besides fishing, logging and mink farming in the wilderness, hunting and trapping also provided many opportunities for those who savoured the challenge of living close to nature. life. Encouraged by Dad and mentored Mr. Goodrich, I was to learn much about the way of life during the winters over 1947and 1948.  To follow the story go to:  (Link to The Trap Line)

12. Chapter 4 – Easy Come Easy Go Fall, 1947 – (August, 2010) A pet mink, “Kit’s” brought from the Cold Lake mink farm operation to Marie Lake, provided a great business opportunity. One day, out of the blue, Dad and Mom came to me with a proposition I could not refuse. It excited me beyond belief and lead to an outcome that was to open a whole new world of fun and games for Louise and me. Join our family in this new life adventure at:    (Link to Easy Come, Easy Go)

12. Chapter 3 – Explosion July, 1947 – (August, 2010) Confused by the contrast between this scene and the title? Read on, it has meaning! Being critically injured while living in a remote area brought additional dangers. Getting the patient to a doctor or hospital could take many hours, perhaps days, during which time the patients life could hang in the balance. Depending upon the injuries, the trip could often cause excruciating pain as rough roads and stormy waters took their toll. Read more of this harrowing experience at:   (Link to Explosion)

11. Chapter 2 – Growing Up in the Wilderness 1947 – (August, 2010) Growing up in the wilderness would provide ample opportunity for two kids to get totally involved in learning about life even though there was no school, we had not yet started correspondence and other children visited only occasionally. Despite the limitations, Louise and I managed to find ample challenge to keep ourselves occupied. To read the five short stories in this chapter, go to:  (Link to Growing Up in the Wilderness)

10. Chapter 1 – The Mink Pen Adventure Early Spring, 1947 – (August, 2010) The move from the Smith Place at Cold Lake to our new home at Marie Lake was anything but smooth. In his usual carefree manner dad took chances that few would take. One such instance was moving mink pens across Marie Lake on a small boat, a trip that Aunt Marcia, Louise and I would not soon forget.  Read more at:   (Link to the Mink Pen Adventure)

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Part II: The Martineau River and Smith Place, Cold Lake, Alberta

Martinieau River Collage

9. Chapter 5 –  Life or Death on the Dock: (August 2010): After leaving the Martineau River Camp we moved to a beautiful home on the North Shore of Cold Lake. While all was peaceful, it would bring another brush with death for my baby sister. (Link to Near Death on the Dock)

8. Chapter 4 – Wolves in the Wilderness Early Spring, 1945 – August, 2010)Late one night as Laura huddled under a tree with her two children sleeping soundly on her lap, she could hear wolves howling in the distance. The car was hopelessly stuck and her husband was gone to get help. Would a wolf or bear attack? Not certain what they might do, she was ready to climb a tree to try and get her children to safety. Join the story at:  (Link to Wolves in the Wilderness)

7. Chapter 3 – A Winter Dash to the Hospital Deep Winter, 1945 – Dr. E.M. Savage was an exceptional young woman who took up practice at the Cold Lake Hospital in 1943. Prior to her arrival, the nearest Doctor was days away. Over the years Dr. Savage treated members of our family and on more than one occasion saved some of those members from almost certain death. This story traces a desperate dash to the hospital in the dead of winter after Louise, the youngest child of Dave and Laura became critically ill. For the full story go to:    (Link to A Winter Dash to the Hospital)

6. Chapter 2 Hauling Logs and Ice Fall, 1944 – (October, 2010) There were many experiences to be had for a young boy growing up in a wilderness camp – travelling with the truckers while hauling logs or ice was just one of the many. Danger was always close at hand as experienced by cousins Harold and Bob (McNeill). To learn more about those experience go to: (Link to Hauling Logs and Ice)

5. Chapter 1 – The Logging Camp Winter 1944 – (August, 2010) Having made the final break farm life in Saskatchewan, Dave and Laura along with their two children, seized the opportunity to go logging in a remote are of North East Alberta. At the Martineau River Camp, Dave worked in the bush with his horses while Laura began cooking full time. Join the beginning of Part 2 of the McNeill family adventures at:  (Link to Martineau River Logging Camp)

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Part I: The Early Years in Birch Lake, Saskatchewan

Collage Start

4.  Chapter 4 – The Fire Tower  Spring 1944 – (March, 2010) “Boy’s will be boy’s” as the saying goes and the three year old son of Dave and Laura McNeill was a typical little boy. With the family now living at a remote fire watch outpost east of Meadow Lake, Saskatchewan, Harold was given a good deal of freedom to roam about. This freedom, however, occasionally landed him in hot water. Find out more about this particular bit of boyhood mischief in the final story of Part 1: Fire Tower

3. Chapter 3 A Place in the Sun, Summer 1943 – (October, 2010) Rocks, rocks and more rocks! A young man, who jokingly referred to himself as a “prairie rock farmer”, stared at his future in a rock strewn field and tried to discern how, or whether, he might find his Place in the Sun. One sweltering afternoon, Dave reached a decision that would forever change his life and that of his family. To join the continuing story of the McNeill family go to: A Place in the Sun

2. Chapter 2 – A New Beginning, 1940 – 1942 – As with most newly married couples, there is a period of adjustment. For Dave and Laura McNeill, who married on June 24, 1940, it was no different. They both came from hearty pioneer stock but brought to the marriage two very distinct personalities. This, combined with the challenges of carving out an existence in an unforgiving, remote area of north-western Saskatchewan, made for an interesting period of adjustment. For a glimpse into the challenges go to: A New Beginning

1. Chapter 1 – The Blizzard of 41, January 1941 – It was closing in on -25F and the blizzard had been raging for several days across the remote northern Saskatchewan landscape. The winds easily brought the temperature to -35 and snow drifts were getting deeper by the hour. The young woman was in labour with her first baby and had no idea when her husband might return. Their farmhouse was several miles from the nearest neighbor and thirty-five miles from the hospital. To learn more of this harrowing experience go to the first story in this series at: Blizzard of Forty-One

Dave and Laura get Married (1941)

Wedding Day

 Family Photo Files: The story begins with the marriage of David Benjamin McNeill and Laura Isabel Wheeler in Birch Lake, Saskatchewan in July, 1940. The story follows the couple and their children, Harold, Louise and Dianne until the death of their father in 1965 and their mother 2008.

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  • Julie Wright
    April 23, 2015 at 5:12 pm |

    My family lived in Cold Lake Alberta I believe from 1962-1970. I was born in 1964 in Edmonton and adopted by my parents Wally and Audrey Hounsome who lived in Cold Lake Alberta. My dad was in the RCAF. My mother was a teacher at the elementary school. I also had an older brother, Chris. I caught your website and am interested.

    • Harold McNeill
      April 23, 2015 at 6:20 pm |

      I was working for the US Air Force at that time, but left for Victoria in 1963 and have stayed her since. My brother-in-law ran the Marina for thirty years or so (Frank Yochim). Glad you caught the site. Several stories posted on the history of Cold Lake. Go to the Index Section for a full list. Cheers, Harold

  • rusty ruggles
    November 4, 2015 at 10:26 pm |

    your stories bring back a lot of long ago memories

    but very good from the little i remember thank you…

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  • Harold McNeill

    February 28, 2022 |

    Hi Robert, I do remember some of those folks from my early years in Cold Lake (Hazel was my aunt and our family spent many fond times with Uncle Melvin, Aunt Hazel and Family. I knew Lawrence and Adrian. Having read a half dozen accounts it is clear their were many false narratives and, perhaps, a few truths along the way. I tried my best to provide an even account from what I read. Cheers, Harold. (email: Harold@mcneillifestories.com)

  • Robert Martineau

    February 25, 2022 |

    Its been a long time since any post here, but its worth a shot. My Grandfather was Hazel Wheelers brother Lawrence, and son to Maggie and Adrien. Maggie Martineau (nee Delaney) is my great grandmother. The books and articles to date are based on the white mans viewpoint and the real story as passed down by the Elders in my family is much more nefarious. Some of the white men were providing food for the Indians in exchange for sexual favors performed by the Squaws. Maggie was the product of one of those encounters. Although I am extremely proud of my family and family name, I am ashamed about this part of it.

  • Julue

    January 28, 2022 |

    Good morning Harold!
    Gosh darn it, you are such a good writer. I hope you have been writing a book about your life. It could be turned into a movie.
    Thanks for this edition to your blog.
    I pray that Canadians will keep their cool this weekend and next week in Ottawa. How do you see our PM handling it? He has to do something and quick!
    Xo Julie

  • Herb Craig

    December 14, 2021 |

    As always awesome job Harold. It seems whatever you do in life the end result is always the same professional, accurate, inclusive and entertaining. You have always been a class act and a great fellow policeman to work with. We had some awesome times together my friend. I will always hold you close as a true friend. Keep up the good work. Hope to see you this summer.
    Warm regards
    Herb Craig

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Hi Dorthy, So glad you found those stories and, yes, they hold many fond memories. Thanks to social media and the blog, I’ve been able to get in touch with many friends from back in the day. Cheers, Harold

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Well, well. Pleased to see your name pop up. I’m in regular contact via FB with many ‘kids’ from back in our HS days (Guy, Dawna, Shirley and others). Also, a lot of Cold Lake friends through FB. Cheers, Harold

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Oh, that is many years back and glad you found the story. I don’t have any recall of others in my class other than the Murphy sisters on whose farm my Dad and Mom worked.

  • Harold McNeill

    November 26, 2021 |

    Pleased to hear from you Howie and trust all is going well. As with you, I have a couple of sad stories of times in my police career when I crossed paths with Ross Barrington Elworthy. Just haven’t had the time to write those stories.

  • Howie Siegel

    November 25, 2021 |

    My only fight at Pagliacci’s was a late Sunday night in 1980 (?) He ripped the towel machine off the bathroom wall which brought me running. He came after me, I grabbed a chair and cracked him on the head which split his skull and dropped him. I worried about the police finding him on the floor. I had just arrived from Lasqueti Island and wasn’t convinced the police were my friends. I dragged him out to Broad and Fort and left him on the sidewalk, called the cops. They picked him up and he never saw freedom again (as far as I know). I found out it was Ross Elworthy.

  • Herbert Plain

    November 24, 2021 |

    Just read you article on Pibroch excellent. My Dad was Searle Grain company agent we move there in 1942/3 live in town by the hall for 5 years than moved one mile east to the farm on the corner where the Pibroch road meets Hwy 44. Brother Don still lives there. I went to school with you and Louise.