Tag: Leo Burgess

52W Mark II – Week 45: War and Peace

With Remembrance Day (Veteran’s Day in the United States), this week’s 52 Ancestors Challenge theme is “War and Peace”. Rather than write about my own ancestors’ experiences with war and peace, I’d like to call attention to an exciting undertaking by the British Columbia Genealogical Society (“BCGS”).

Every month the BCGS publishes The BCGS News. For the last few years, it has been only published in electronic format. Every issue since January 2020 is available on the BCGS website. You don’t have to be a member of the society to access this part of the website (although there’s lots of benefits to be one – they just launched their 2024 membership drive!).

In November 2021, the BCGS published a “Veterans Special Edition” of The BCGS News. Members were invited to submit stories about their veteran ancestors, regardless of what conflict in which they had served. Submissions included veterans of the American Revolution, the War of 1812, the Lower Canada Rebellion, the North-West (Riel) Rebellion, the Fenian Raids, the South African War (often referred to as the Second Boer War), World War I, World War II, and the Korean Conflict.

This year, The BCGS News team (spearheaded by its Editor/Designer Sue Sullivan) is going even bigger and better – they’re doing a book! Throughout most of 2023, BCGS members have been encouraged to submit stories and photos of their veteran ancestors – any time in history, any conflict, any place. Moreover, it’s not limited to those who actually fought, it includes those who served in peacetime or on any peacekeeping mission.

The book will be available to BCGS members as a digital download. The editorial team is also considering publishing it in print form, but that has yet to be determined.

Remarkably, I have very few ancestors who served in wartime. They were usually too young or too old to have served in the conflicts of their time and place. However, I provided two submissions for the veterans book, both of which involve individuals I’ve written about in this blog: my maternal grandfather Leo Burgess; and Lee Anton, my maternal grandmother’s second cousin (also her first cousin once removed through a different ancestor). The editor invited me to submit a larger piece on Lee, as she hopes to have a few “featured” veterans.

Lee Anton commemorated on page 491 of the Second World War Book of Remembrance.
My maternal grandfather Leo Burgess during basic training in Peterborough Ontario.

Hopefully the book will be ready by Remembrance Day. I know that it has been a huge undertaking by a small band of volunteers, so it would be understandable if it comes out sometime later this month. Either way, I am really looking forward to it!

52W Mark II – Week 19: Bald

Leo Burgess, about 1947

I know the topic of “Bald” should lead me to write about my follicly-challenged ancestors. However, the opposite thought immediately came to mind when I saw this weeks theme, brining to mind my very not-bald maternal grandfather, Leo Burgess.

My grandpa Burgess had a full head of hair until he died at age 75. In fact, his hair was jet black for most of his life and did not start to grey until late in life. Ever since my earliest memories of him, he always had the same hair style. Now and again my mother tells an anecdote about her father based upon that fact.

Me with my grandparents, Helen Lerner and Leo Burgess

Like most high schoolers, my mother followed the latest trends in hair styles. My grandfather was often away from home for days at a time in his job as a train conductor. During one of those absences, my mother changed her hairstyle once again.

Leo Burgess, October 1971

Upon returning home and seeing my mother’s new do, my very blue-collared grandfather was not impressed. He could be very gruff and stern at times and it was often reflected in his tone of voice. According to my mother, her father asked something along the lines of “what the heck is that”, although I imagine it was a little more harsh than that.

My mother shot back with, “well, what do you call that?”, pointing to his hair. My grandfather abruptly changed his demeanour and a very proud look came across his face. In an almost sing-song voice, patting his hair with the heel of his hand, he exclaimed, “it’s a pompadour!”

Leo Burgess, sometime in the mid to late 80s.

52W Mark II – Week 16: Should Be A Movie

My grandfather was in a movie – sort of.

Every week, participants in Amy Johnson Crow’s 52 Ancestors in 52 Weeks are invited to post on the hebdomadal theme at her Facebook group, Generations Cafe. In my post there for last week, I noted that it’s been quite the struggle participating in the challenge this year. For every week’s theme this year, it felt like I had already written about the current topic – sometimes more than once. It’s getting hard – challenging even! – to think of something new that fit, which I also found interesting enough to me to write about.

This week, I’m not going to fight it, I’m just going to go along with it. So you’re not experiencing deja vu when reading about my grandfather, Leo Burgess, and his brush with Hollywood. 

My grandfather worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway for over 30 years, first as a brakeman and later as a conductor. During his time with the CPR, he worked on the train crews for movies like Silver Streak and Superman: The Movie.

My grandfather, Leo Burgess, is the man wearing a cap standing on the right side of the photo.

Working on Superman was one of the highlights of my grandfather’s life. He was always proud to talk about meeting one of his favourite actors during filming, Glenn Ford.

I assume photo referred to in the letter is the same photo that appeared in the CP Rail News, above.

During the eulogy at my grandfather’s memorial service, one of his friends told an anecdote that suggests my grandfather felt that he had gotten familiar with the cast and crew. The scene took six days to shoot. Apparently during a break in filming, Ford was talking to a group of railway workers when my grandfather sauntering up, put his arm around the actor, and said, “How’s it going, Glenn?”

My grandfather was working in the engine during the filming of this scene.

Today my parents live about a 30 minute drive from where this was filmed. The tracks are gone, but the memories live on.

52 Weeks – Week 43: Organized

Wow, hard to believe that with this post, there are only ten weeks left of this year’s 52 Ancestors Challenge!

This week’s theme is “Organized”. I can be organized, but I hate doing it and it bores me as a topic. The irony is, given some unexpected events, I find myself having to be organized so that I can create this post. If not tonight, then it won’t be done at all!

I decided to do another take on the word. Organized labour came to mind. My maternal grandfather, Leo Burgess, was a strong union man. I thought I had a photo of his union card, which would have been a centerpiece of this post. Turns out I have almost everything but!

Many years ago, the CPR station in Lethbridge was converted into a public health center and the railyard was removed. However, this caboose remains preserved at the site of the former station. I wonder if my grandfather ever worked on this specific railcar. Heck, I wonder if this is one of the cabooses that he took me on!

My grandfather worked for the Canadian Pacific Railway for 32 years. He started as a brakeman and worked through the ranks, later becoming a yard manager. Early on, because of winter layoffs, he chose to work for the CPR in Cranbrook because there was more work there during the winter to provide a steady income. In 1972 he became a conductor, performing that role until his retirement in 1982.

Some of the items my grandfather used for his work as a conductor, which are now in my possession.
A trip to the train station with my grandfather. I would have been about two or three years old at the time.

My grandfather often brought me to the train station when I was little. Of course, the highlight was always getting to go on to the caboose. When I was older, he’d often take us kids to his favourite haunts, which included the former Labour Club of Lethbridge. We’d always get a treat, like a pop and french fries, but what we loved best were the “pull tabs”. This was many years before lottery scratch tickets, but the idea was similar. They were about the size of a scratch ticket and had semi-perforated tabs that you’d pull off. Underneath were the kinds of images you’d see on a slot machine. Grandpa would buy a bunch and let each of us kids open one up.

My grandmother’s politics were never a secret and she was more than happy to share her opinion about it. However, I don’t remember my grandfather ever talking about politics. I didn’t want to assume what his politics might be, even though he was a staunch union supporter. A few years ago I asked my mom about it. She told me that she rarely heard him talk about politics and he never said what parties he might have supported. My mom had her theories, but had little to base them upon.

I previously wrote about my grandfather’s role as part of the crew operating the train that was used during the filming of Superman: The Movie.

I’ll be at my folks’ later this week. I’ll have to dig through what of my grandfather’s belongings that my mother still has and see what more I can find.

The CPR caboose on display at the Claresholm & District Museum in Claresholm, Alberta, which is located in a former CPR station. I highly recommend this museum – it is an amazing place for a town of Claresholm’s size.

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