He spoke little of his wartime experiences before publishing his autobiography, One Soldier’s Story, in which he wrote that he was ‘in the last stages of starvation’ when the atomic bombs were dropped on Hiroshima and Nagasaki
October 12, 1927 - January 11, 2021
Beth MacDonell passed away peacefully at the age of 93 on January 11th, 2021. Predeceased by the love of her life, Bruce MacDonell (1995) and son Douglas James MacDonell (1973). She will be greatly missed by her daughters, Dianne Bergevin and Janet Steadman and her son, Dave MacDonell, as well as her sister, Edna Sparkes. Beth also had many grandchildren and great-grandchildren, who brought light to her life.
Beth was born in New Westminster, BC on October 12th, 1927. Her family moved back to Beaverlodge, AB where her parents were Pioneers of the Peace. She graduated from the RN program at the UofA Hospital in 1948, and from the BScN program in 1949. She was known for her passion and empathy in the over 20 years she was a public health nurse, focusing on genetics, even making cross stitch patterns for families who lost a child. Beth spent most of her life in the Drumheller area but recently moved to the Leduc area to be closer to family. Everyone
populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could? enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a warm, inviting seventeenth century lodge.
dangerous land, populated, when populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could?
populated at all, by scary ass barbarians, descendants of the terrifying picts, tribes so ferocious, so extravagant in their violence and toughness that even the roman legions decided not to mess with them and instead built a wall hoping to just keep them out and away from civilized society. later, hunting estates like this were home to tenant farmers who scratched out a living growing oats and potatoes. owned by landed gentry, by various royals, the highland clans mackenzie, macdonell, and macleoud, to name a few, later by newer money, fabulously wealthy foreigners. today around half the land in scotland is owned by fewer than five hundred people. it s an anachronism dismaying to some, i grant you, but seductive as well. because who wouldn t do this if they could? enjoy this kind of rugged solitude from the comfort of a