Aubrey Bendall Postcards

Over the weekend, we ventured south to Nanton, Alberta.  The plan was to make the drive down, check out some of the antique stores, grab some drone footage of the grain elevators, maybe have some lunch and then pick our way back home.

One of my favorite stores in town is Sentimental Journey Antiques.  Now, we’re not flush with cash so buying antiques is pretty much out of the question, but the building housing this store is worth the visit by itself.

Built in 1909 as a hardware store, the building retains much of its original charm.  The upstairs was converted into a number of small apartments in the 1930s and so today as you wander around checking out the wares you can tell when you have stepped into a former kitchen or living room or closet.  It’s simply a fantastic experience.

And don’t forget to check out the basement.  Down a rickety staircase into the depths of the building where you’ll find a lot of tools and sporting goods and other material, including a very old furnace occupying a good chunk of one wall.  This is really my happy place, wandering through three floors of relics from the past.

Our wandering came to a halt when we reached one of the rooms upstairs, however.  There we found a box of old postcards, ranging in age from the 1920s through to the 1970s.  Many were unused but some had been posted and sent across the miles to family and friends at home.

We initially started looking through them to see the photos but soon started reading some of the ones that had been written on.  We noticed there were a lot of postcards addressed to the same Bendall family in Bindloss, Alberta.

It was quite a treat to read the messages sent to this family.  Most of the cards we addressed to the adult couple Bert and Maimie.  It appeared their siblings were quite the wanderers, and visited many places and were writing home to Bindloss to keep the family updated on their latest journeys.  Many of the postcards made reference to “young Aubrey”.

We came to learn that “young Aubrey” seemed to like stamps and the family was also collecting some uncancelled stamps to bring back with them, in addition to the ones used to mail the postcards — some of them costing as much as 4 cents!

We lost track of time so I honestly couldn’t tell you how long we sat there, sorting through the cards, pulling them out and reading aloud the words written all those decades ago.  It certainly was much longer than we expected to be there.

Before we left, we had to see if we could find what became of Aubrey.  We knew he was a fairly young child in the 1930s so we thought there might still be a chance for him to be alive.  I pulled out my phone and did a search for his name.

Our hearts sank as the first site that came up on the list was an obituary.  After reading a few lines we knew we had found the right Aubrey, as the names of his parents matched the ones we had seen on the postcards.

Aubrey had been born in Saskatoon, SK in July of 1927.  His parents Albert and Mary would have three more children after Aubrey, but he was the only one who lived past the age of two.  Aubrey was only a few months old when his family moved to Alberta, first to Cappon and then to Bindloss.

Like many children of the era, he was educated in a multigrade single room school.  He attended school until the age of 15 when he started work on the farms in the area.  In 1949 he moved to Banff and worked in the grocery store there until his father took over the UFA contract back in Bindloss in 1952.  Aubrey came back to Bindloss and worked with his father and they eventually also took on the postal contract for the town.  Aubrey would run the post office (and later a confectionary) in Bindloss until his retirement.  How amazing that he ended up running the post office where all those postcards were mailed back when he was a kid.

Aubrey retired to Medicine Hat and then moved into a nursing home in Brooks.  Just a few short months later, on August 13, 2013.  We were sorry to learn we missed our chance to get in touch with him as he sounded like a really interesting fellow.  We kind of had grown attached to him over the time we spent reading the postcard collection.  If we had the extra cash we would have loved to have bought the “Bendall collection” and kept them together — it seems wrong that they might get scattered to the wind via multiple purchasers.


Site of Bindloss school, likely the one attending by Aubrey Bendall.  Photo taken September 11, 2015.


Aubrey’s obituary mentioned he was a volunteer firefighter for many years.  Here is a local dog in front of the fire hall in Bindloss on September 9, 2016.


A couple of the buildings left in Bindloss.  September 9, 2016.


Looking northwest from the busiest spot in Bindloss, AB.


Looking north up Centre Avenue.  Bindloss, Alberta.

For some video of our day in Nanton, click below.


About Us. (n.d.). Retrieved April 17, 2018, from

Obituary – Aubrey Bendall. (n.d.). Retrieved April 16, 2018, from

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History and Urban Sprawl in North Calgary

Sometimes postings just fall into your lap.  Today is one of those examples.

I was out for a walk in the northern part of Calgary, near the community of Sage Hill.  In the midst of the new condo buildings and shopping centres, I came across something I didn’t expect to see – a farmyard.

This shouldn’t have been such a surprise.  The land around Calgary was all farms and ranches since the settling of the prairies.  In the nearly thirty years I have lived in Calgary, I have seen a tremendous amount of growth and suburban sprawl.  Many of the quiet country roads I used to drive have been erased from the map completely as the city expanded.



I guess my surprise came more from seeing this lonesome holdout of a past era than anything.  After all, when a cash-laden develop backs up a truckload of money to your door even the most stalwart defender of the family farm is likely to surrender to the inevitable.

Sure enough, as I got closer I saw a notice board placed near the property’s edge.  “Proposed Redesignation”, including the standard buzzwords “mixed use development”.  Yes, this little relic is not long for this world.


Redevelopment Coming


Another view of the farmyard

I took some photos and continued wandering around the area.  Just a little bit further north I saw a rusting combine sitting beside an intersection.  Right now this is a pretty quiet street but before long the concrete barricades which blocked the west leg of the traffic circle will give way to a brand new neighborhood.


Where the future road will go

I had to wonder what will become of this metal beast as things develop.  While I would love to think it would sit at the entrance to the new community and serve as a reminder of the rich agricultural heritage this ground was once coveted for, we all know it will likely be hauled away for scrap and the memories of the countless bountiful harvests it played such an instrumental role in bringing home will be lost.  After all, we can’t have the future kids who will call this neighborhood home playing on some rusty metal thing, can we?


Rusty Combine

I snap several photos, knowing that this area will change and develop rapidly over the next several years and, if I return to this spot in the future, the landscape will look very different.  My photos will be a quaint reminder of what was once here.  Once again, I find my role to be documenting the present so it can be the future past.

That turned my thoughts to another historic site which could have been the victim of urban sprawl but which was somehow spared the bulldozer.  Despite having known of its existence for several years, I had never made the time to visit.  I figured today would be as good a day as any.

I drove down Stoney Trail and eventually into the community of Panorama Hills.  From there I made several turns and finally came to a stop in front of a tiny greenspace, bordered on two sides by houses and at the back by 14th Street NW.

From the road you wouldn’t know this is a historic site, but when you get out and approach the cairn you soon learn the significance.  Yes, this is the spot where George McDougall is believed to have died.


The small park with the McDougall Memorial sign and cairn

If you are a regular reader of my blog, you will know the name very well.  Yes, this is the same McDougall who was associated with the McDougall Church out near Morley.  (See the links at the bottom for previous postings about the church.)

George McDougall had been leading a party of buffalo hunters in January of 1876.  They were bring back their bounty to the Morleyville settlement which was struggling with low levels of food supplies.  George rode on ahead of the party and was caught in a blizzard.  It is believed he died of a heart attack and was found at this spot several days later.  His body was taken to Morleyville but was not buried at the church there, despite that being the location of his headstone.  Instead, he is actually buried on the other side of Highway 1A in a cemetery owned by the Nakoda that is not accessible to the public.

As you stand here now, surrounded by houses and cars, it is hard to believe how different this landscape would have looked back in 1876.  This was less than a year after George and his son John had worked with carpenter Andrew Sibbald to build their church at Morleyville.  The Canadian Pacific Railway was still more than seven years away from reaching the area.  Calgary would not even become a town until more than eight years later in 1884.  No, when George McDougall finally drew his last breath here in the swirling maelstrom of a prairie blizzard he may as well have been on the moon.
Yes, it’s amazing how areas change over time.  It doesn’t even take a lifetime.  For interest’s sake, go check out the listing on Canada’s Historic Places for the McDougall Memorial.  The site was formally recognized in 1976 and the listing describes it as “six kilometers north of Calgary”.  Wow, not anymore!The photos they show of this site show the cairn standing in the middle of bare prairie surrounded by a chainlink fence.  Those photos were taken in 2006, just a dozen years ago.

The sign, erected by the Nose Creek Historical Society, appears to have been moved from where it was in 2006.  You’ll remember the Nose Creek Historical Society from my visit to the site of the Johnston-Stevenson Stopping House.

Well, that’s all for now.  What are/were your favorite historical spots which were threatened or lost to urban sprawl?


Reverend George McDougall Memorial. (n.d.). Retrieved April 04, 2018, from

Related postings:

Historic Calgary Week:  McDougall Church (August 8, 2013)

Perseid Meteor Shower (August 13, 2016)

Revisiting McDougall Church (February 10, 2017)

McDougall Church:  Gone (May 22, 2017)







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Wild Horses of Sundre

Time for something a little different.

Last weekend we went out for a Sunday drive.  At Emily’s suggestion, we decided to head north on the Forestry Trunk Road / Highway 40 to see if we could spot some of the estimated 800-1000 wild horses which roam the eastern slopes of Alberta.

I guess technically these animals should be classified as “feral” more than wild as they are most likely the descendants of the horses that were used in the early part of the 1900s in logging and mining operations.  However, since most people refer to them as Alberta’s wild horses that is what I shall call them too.

The wild horses can be a bit of a political football, depending on your perspective.  Either they are invasive pests which are ruining grazing lands for ranchers and native wildlife, or they are majestic beasts who have now been around long enough that they are a treasured part of our provincial heritage.  Given that we were out to capture them photographically, you have a pretty good idea which side of that debate I am on.  I’m not here to push an agenda nor start any arguments.

We didn’t really have much of a plan, just a general sense of direction.  Armed with cameras and the drone, we would head up Highway 40 and, depending on time and weather, we would take one of the roads heading east and return home along Highway 22.

The further north we got, the more horse “sign” we saw along the road.  It wasn’t until we left Highway 40 and started along Secondary Road 584 that we finally spotted some of the wild horses.
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After that, we made a short stop at the community of Bearberry, which is a place I had never been to.  There wasn’t much there besides a rundown looking saloon and a community hall, but it was worth checking out.  We didn’t stop in at the saloon as time was becoming a factor, but it might be worth a visit at some point in the future.

I suggest checking out the Wild Horses of Alberta Society (WHOAS) to see more (and much better!) photos of the horses which roam the area between Sundre and Nordegg.



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Dance the Night Away in Saskatchewan

Manitou Beach is a tiny village located on the south shore of Little Manitou Lake.  In the first few decades of the twentieth century, this was an extremely popular tourist destination thanks to the “miracle” waters of Little Manitou Lake.

In reality, the miracle is simply a function of geology.  The lake basin was carved by glaciers and several springs in the lakebed release mineral-laden waters into the lake.  The lake does not have any natural outlets so the minerals simply build up and give the water a unique composition of minerals such as sodium chloride, magnesium sulphate, potassium sulphate, and calcium sulphate, and others.    It has been nicknamed “the Dead Sea of Canada” thanks to the purported healing qualities of the water and the density of salts which makes it easy to float in it.

Emily and I have had the opportunity to visit Manitou Beach on several occasions between 2012 – 2017, usually for purposes of visiting the Manitou Springs Resort.  That was the primary purpose of our day trip of December 27th, 2017 when we set out from Saskatoon for Manitou Beach.

However, no trip with us would be complete without at least one stop for some quirky roadside attraction.  On this day it was a sign proclaiming Young, SK as the home of the “World’s Largest Freestanding Mural”.  It caught our attention on the way to Manitou Beach but it was only on the way back when we took time to check it out up close.

Young, SK

Our first thought was that the sign had been vandalized, but the spray paint marks were simply covering up the words “Coming Soon”.  (Photo courtesy of Emily Overes)

The artwork on the mural is very well done and highlights the history of Young and area.  We’re not really sure if anyone validated the “world’s largest” claim or not, but we’re thinking maybe the inclusion of “freestanding” as an adjective limits the competition.  Regardless, the mural is 20′ high and 80′ long or roughly 6m x 24m for those who think metric, which I guess I should considering this is Canada.  The mural was originally painted in 2012 and was going to be mounted on the side of the ice rink but the size of the artwork meant the town couldn’t verify the integrity of the building so it was instead set up as a freestanding mural instead.

Young, SK

Once in Manitou Beach, we had to stop in and check on Danceland.  Danceland really is the main focus of this posting — way to bury the lead, eh?

Construction of Danceland started in 1928, which would have been right at the peak of the tourist boom in Manitou Beach.  Reports are the first dances were not held until 1930.

Danceland is unique because of the construction of the dance floor itself.  It actually consists of two floors — a solid floor and a floating floor, with a layer of horsehair in between.  Several inches thick, the horsehair gives the floor a unique bounce and allows dancers to go all night without tiring as much as they would on a traditional floor.  It is reported that the floor will actually bounce about and inch-and-a-half when under full load, which is often 500 people.  The dance floor covers an area of 5000 sq. feet.


Exterior photo of Danceland taken by Emily Overes.  December 27, 2017


Danceland in 1930.  Source:  Ruth Schellenberg, retrieved from 



Danceland with some slightly more modern vehicles in front.  Image from Emily Overes, December 27, 2017


Photo by Emily Overes.  December 27, 2017


Inside Danceland

Interior photo of Danceland.  Taken by Emily Overes (nee Giesy) in July of 2012

Danceland Pamphlet

Pamphlet for Danceland.  2017

Heritage buildings are under constant threat, and Danceland is no exception.  In this case, the very water that brought the people to Manitou Beach and made Danceland possible is the biggest threat to the building.  With no outlets, Little Manitou Lake is very much at the mercy of nature when it comes to water levels.  In 2011, a large berm was needed to keep the flood waters at bay.  During our first visit in July of 2012, the owners had portable pumps set up and were desperately trying to keep the foundation dry.

It was during that visit we were lucky enough to get inside and see the famous dance floor for ourselves, but we have yet to actually make it to Manitou Beach for one of the dances.  It shall remain one of our exploration bucket list items for now.

I had wanted to shoot some drone footage of Danceland but the cold weather and a tight schedule put those plans on hold.  So, instead check out this short video made by Tourism Saskatchewan and learn more of the history of Danceland.


Schellenberg, R. M. (1996). Lake of the healing waters: Manitou Beach, Saskatchewan, Canada. Watrous, Sask.: Star Books.
Wrishko, M. (2017, August 26). Saskatoon Online – Village of Young Unveils New Mural. Retrieved March 24, 2018, from
Danceland. (n.d.). Retrieved March 24, 2018, from
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20 Years of Exploring

Sometimes a posting comes together quickly.  I’ll get an idea for a topic, throw something up on the screen, and publish within an hour or so.  Other posts take a long time to come to fruition.

This is one of those latter type of posts.  If you don’t want to know the gory details of how it came together, I’ll put the video right up here near the top for you.

The idea was simple.  With all the snow we’ve been getting this Spring, I had plenty of time to sit down in front of the computer and look through thousands and thousands of images and try to select some favorites for inclusion in a retrospective slideshow.  Hmm, when I actually say it that way it sounds rather daunting, but it seemed simple at the time.

When that process was done, I loaded the pictures into Wondershare Filmora and started building the slideshow.  I expected this part to come together quickly, but that project sat open on my desktop for three or four weeks.  Out of every YouTube video I have created, this one took the most hours to actually complete.

The first problem was I had too many images.  Even at only a few seconds for each one, the video would have ended up being way too long for anyone to actually watch.  I started dumping images.  I went through many rounds of cuts.  It was at this point I also decided to drop any plans of including drone footage and instead focus completely on still photographs.

The next question was around style.  Should I include only “artsy” photographs or pictures which I consider to be some of my best?  What about all those photos that Emily and I have nicknamed “documentation shots”?  Those are the photos where we’re passing through a place and don’t have time to stop so we just point and shoot so we have some record of the places, knowing many of them will not be there the next time we come by again.  I left in a mix of all types, including some from when I was in my “HDR the hell out of everything” phase.

Then it was the ordering of the images.  I started chronologically, with some of the oldest photos being scans of shots I took on film back in 1997.  As I built that storyboard, I realized I was losing a big part of the story.  One of the great things about exploring for so many years was seeing the changes in the places I have visited multiple times over the years.

For example, Dorothy.  Some of the oldest images I have on my computer are from my initial trip to Dorothy circa 1997.  (Since I didn’t scan the images until several years later, I don’t know the exact date but that is my best guess based on context.)  The churches in Dorothy were in horrible shape when I first saw them.  Since then they have undergone an amazing restoration and look nothing like the shells they once were.  Meanwhile, the grain elevator has continued to deteriorate.  I think it is an incredible visual story, but just putting the images in chronological order meant that narrative was lost — too many subjects came into play between the 1997 Dorothy images, the 2006 Dorothy images, the 2011 & 2012 Dorothy images, and the 2017 pictures.

So, I scrapped the whole thing and started again, this time basing the order on locations instead of time.  All the Dorothy images were together, allowing one to see the changes that two decades can bring to a ghost town.  But then I found the video lost a sense of discovery.  If all the images of Dorothy are together, there is no sense of anticipation over what will come next.  Plus, some of the places where I only had images from one visit seemed out of place — what’s the point in focusing on telling the story of an evolution if you’re not going to carry that theme all the way through?

Scrap the whole thing and start again.

I finally settled on a general theme based on the type of building.  You’ll see the video front loaded with grain elevators, then move into service stations, then churches and schools, and other old businesses.  Given those themes and trying to fit the whole thing to the piece of music I selected meant dropping more images.  Old cars?  Gone.  Abandoned houses?  Gone.  Old buildings that aren’t really abandoned?  Gone.  Well, mostly gone.  There are a couple of places that survived those cuts such as the grain elevators in Nanton, which are far from abandoned.  Some of the photos I simply liked too much to leave out.

Of course, those themes went under multiple revisions too.  Maybe mixing themes was too much?  Instead of one four minute video maybe I should create four one-minute videos each with a unique theme?  Nah, stick with it and see where it goes.  By this point I was just trying to get this thing done and off my screen.

And, finally, subtitles.  I originally wanted to highlight the year the photo was taken and the location.  I also wanted to mention which locations no longer existed and how/when they were lost.  I went through many revisions on this idea and many styles of fonts and lettering, trying to find something that worked.  In the end, I decided to drop the subtitles completely.  I found they distracted too much from the photos and giving away all the details takes away some of the mystery.

So, after all that, I invite you to scroll back to the top and take a journey with me through time and place.  We’ll travel from 1997 to 2017 with multiple stops in between.  We’ll see highlights from three provinces and even one photo from Montana that made it into the mix.  You may question some of my selections, but each of these photos has some meaning to me.  Whether it was the place, the time, the people…there is likely a thousand word story behind every photo.  If any of them pique your interest, please tell me in the comments as I would love to give you more context.



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Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park

So close to home, yet a world away.  That’s the best way I can think to describe Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park.  Located just south of Highway 1A between Calgary and Cochrane, once you leave the pavement it is hard to imagine you are sandwiched between a town of 25,000+ and a city of more than a million people.

The written history of the land upon which the park is built really starts in 1881 when the federal government granted a large-scale grazing lease to the Cochrane Ranche Company, which was headed by Senator Matthew Cochrane of Montreal.  The ranch covered 109,000 acres with its main buildings built beside Big Hill Creek in what is now the town of Cochrane.  The ranch would last until 1888 when it was sold for division into homesteads.

During the years of the Cochrane Ranch, the area saw the coming of the Canadian Pacific Railroad.  After reaching Calgary in August of 1883, the railway would make steady progress until reaching Banff just weeks later.  The line followed the Bow River valley, which provided a steady source of water for the crews and the steam engines.  Today, 135 years later, the railway still runs the same course and trains are a common sight, although we didn’t see any during this visit.



The CP mainline continues westward to the mountains and Pacific coast.


After the Cochrane Ranch sold off the land, a couple of the homesteaders to arrive in the area were Joseph and Elizabeth Cockbaine of England.  They laid claim to a section of land in August of 1893 and began the process of building on and improving the land.

Three years later, the Cockbaine family had built Waverley Ranch.  In addition to a house and outbuildings, they had 22 cattle, seven horses, and 2000 sheep.  When Joseph applied to the Land Office for a Letter Patent, he learned he had actually developed the wrong piece of land.  The Government overlooked the mistake and granted him title to the property in 1897.  Today, only the chimney from the Cockbaine’s ranch house remains, standing in the field just south of the pathway, fenced off in a protected area.  It was this chimney which was our target of today’s hike.



The Waverly Chimney is inside a protected area.  All photos used in this posting were taken from public pathways.


This isn’t the only history in the park.  The CPR had established a railway station at Glenbow by 1903.  Between the years of 1907-1912 a sandstone quarry was established at what is now the east end of the park.  After the quarry closed a brickyard opened in the same area.  While there were great plans for the town of Glenbow to grow into a major urban centre, it simply did not occur and the town declined throughout the 1920s until the last residents moved away in 1927.

There are only a couple of buildings which remain from the town of Glenbow.  The most known is the former general store and post office, which remains in the park.  Like the Waverley Chimney, it is fenced off and in a protected area with no public access, although it is visible from the pathway.



The second building which remains is the old Glenbow schoolhouse.  It was moved out of the valley and today stands just north of Highway 1A and has been converted into a private residence.

After the demise of Glenbow as a town, the land continued to be used as private ranchland.  The Harvie family purchased the land in 1934 and it remained in their hands until 2006 when they donated 3246 acres to the Government of Alberta for the establishment of a park.

Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park officially was designated in April of 2008 which kicked off a number of developments which were needed before the park could be opened to the public.  These included washrooms, picnic tables, pathways, signage, and a designated railway crossing.  It was not until the summer of 2011 before Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park was open to the public.

Since then, I have made multiple visits to the park in all seasons.  Two of those visits over the last three days formed the basis of this posting.  The park offers a variety of paved and dirt pathways and boasts nearly 25km of trails.  The area retains ties to its cattle grazing history and at various times during the year some areas may be closed as cattle are moved around or graze different sections.



All land along train tracks remains the private property of CP Rail and access is prohibited.

Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park is open year-round during daylight hours.  No campfires or horseback riding.  Dogs must be leashed.  Obey all area closures.  

Atlas of Alberta Railways. (n.d.). Retrieved March 11, 2018, from
Cochrane Ranche. (n.d.). Retrieved March 11, 2018, from
Glenbow Ranch Provincial Park. (2017, July 4). Retrieved March 11, 2018, from
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Flashback: Alderson 2010

Another in my series of lunch break postings from my phone…

I remember the first time I visited Alderson. It was exactly eight years ago today.

Armed with my “just over a year old” Nikon D90 (the same camera I still use), I came upon the mostly empty field where Alderson once stood.

Only a couple of buildings remained, along with some discarded buckets and just the faintest outline of a grid of streets.

The town was known as Carlstadt until the anti-German sentiment caused by World War I brought about the name change to Alderson.

The day of my first visit was somewhat windy but not overly cold. A layer of snow blanketed the ground. It was somewhat dreary, if truth be told. Of course the conditions were nothing as bad as the harsh conditions the residents of Alderson faced during its heyday.

Alderson was expected to be the “Star of the Prairies”, the major centre for miles around. Mother Nature had other plans and by the end of the 1930s it was all over for Alderson. Fires, harsh winters, and crippling drought would see the Star of the Prairies disappear.

On that initial visit I photographed everything in black and white. Given the light, the barren landscape, and the history of the location, it just seemed appropriate.

A subsequent visit in 2012 brought both color to my images as well as a more detailed exploration of the small Alderson cemetery located just east of the townsite.

It was my visits to Alderson which sparked my desire to learn more about the history of the TransCanada Highway. Prior to that first visit I never knew how many times the TCH was realigned in its relatively short history. The old alignment, which in this area ranges from well-maintained gravel road to nothing more than two dirt tracks in the grass, has created a desire to one day create a series of films documenting the history of the road. While it may not have the romance and history of the USA’s Route 66, the TCH is our “mother road”. It is a story told in multiple books, but one which I think needs to be told in a more visual medium.

Anyway, lunch is almost over so I need to wrap up this posting. The townsite of Alderson was the victim of a fire in 2015 (?) which eliminated the remaining buildings shown in my photos. (The buildings may have been destroyed before the fire, but I’m not sure.)

A prairie fire was a fitting end to the remains of Alderson. I highly recommend reading the 1987 book “Empire of Dust” by David Jones to learn more.

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