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Alicia Priest (1953-2015)

January 20th, 2015

A journalist for twenty-five years, mostly recently heralded for her family memoir A Rock Fell on the Moon: Dad and the Great Yukon Silver Ore Heist, Victoria-based Alicia Priest has died from amyotrophic lateral sclerosis on January 13, 2015, having been diagnosed in 2012.

Priest overcame “the ultimate deadline” to finish A Rock Fell on the Moon which recalls how her father, Gerald Priest, in the small Yukon mining town of Elsa in the 1960s, stole $160,000 worth of silver ore from one of the largest mining companies in Canada—and how he got caught. She was able to attend multiple book events and sign books while her husband, Ben Parfitt, and her daughter, Charlotte, read for packed bookstores.

Here follows a review of her first and only book by Caroline Woodward


Priest family in the Yukon

Alicia Priest can still recall being uprooted from a comfortable and loving home in the remote mining village of Elsa, three hundred miles north of Whitehorse, as a bewildered ten-year-old.

Suddenly she was living with her mother, grandmother, sister and one dog in a dank East Vancouver basement suite. On her first day in the big city elementary school, Alicia Priest was asked by another grade five student if her father was the “Yukon guy in the news.”

Well, yes, Gerald Priest was one of two alleged thieves who were charged with the biggest theft of silver ore in Canadian history. But the bright little girl knew just enough about her mother’s silence and father’s absence to lie about her Dad’s identity on that day.

It has taken Priest almost a lifetime to uncover the truth. Her A Rock Fell On The Moon: Dad and the Great Yukon Silver Ore Heist offers two versions of an almost-perfect crime, and a compelling analysis of her family at the centre of the mystery.

Priest tackles the full range of facts about a daring 1963 heist, including two subsequent trials making newspaper headlines across Canada, while also uncovering difficult home truths.

Gerald Priest, the Chief Assayer (senior chemist) for United Keno Hill Mine, third richest producer of silver in the world, never publicly admitted to his role in the theft of 671 bags of ore that were 80% silver. Estimates vary radically as to its value, but it’s likely more than $2 million in today’s currency.

Did it come from piles of ore left temporarily, for tax reasons, in an unused mine tunnel? Or did the unusually rich silver come from a giant boulder found on the claims Gerald Priest staked on barren ground known as the moon, hence the wonderfully apt title of the book?

While he lived, Gerald Priest didn’t disclose anything to his daughter except increasingly far-fetched stories. She has subsequently applied her journalistic research and interviewing skills to hundreds of letters, newspaper stories, RCMP files and investigators, court documents, the Yukon Archives, lawyers, geologists and former mine employees.

Alicia Priest began her investigation in 2011, after both parents had died, not an uncommon practice for authors who must outflank and outlast any confrontation with guilty parties, accusations of hanging out dirty laundry for profit or, when dealing with the innocent and wronged, to kindly spare the feelings of these most powerful of censors.
Then, in 2012, Priest was diagnosed with ALS (Lou Gehrig’s disease). This terminal diagnosis added new urgency to the task at hand, as it would do to any writer contemplating a memoir or novel.

“I received the ultimate deadline… a mother of a terminal illness,” says Priest in an interview. “I had to start there and then while I could still talk, type, eat and walk somewhat normally. With tremendous organizational help from my husband, [journalist] Ben Parfitt, I wrote and rewrote and then rewrote again for fourteen months.”

Heart-breaking, hilarious and suspenseful, hers is an impressive achievement—alternately unearthing an audacious mining mystery, taking us down into the mine itself, to the dark psychological twists and turns within her family and describing life in the mining village of Elsa, and evoking Priest’s ten years of perfect childhood.

Gerald Priest was a baffling man—funny, affectionate, well-read, at home in the bush and at the boardroom table, but also petty, devious and cruel. He preferred children—and men and women for that matter—who laughed at all his jokes and didn’t question his decisions.

Helen Friesen was a Mennonite Russian refugee from Stalinist purges and Nazi aggression. After finding passage for herself and her mother to Canada, she became engaged to Gerald Priest after a two week courtship, prefaced by several months of pen-pal correspondence, sight unseen. (She kept every single telegram and letter he ever wrote her, nearly 300 of them, while he tore up or burned nearly all of hers.)

This lively, fashionable young woman from the relatively bright lights of Vancouver, circa 1951, only made the move to Elsa, Yukon, population approximately 600 souls, after Gerald agreed to a package deal. Helen’s mother had to come along, too.

Each chapter of the book is prefaced by a quote from Robert Service. Amongst the Yukon Bard’s doggerel verse are zinger nuggets of philosophy and psychology.
“Perhaps I am stark crazy, but there’s none of you too sane; it’s just a little matter of degree.”

It’s easy to imagine the bespectacled boy who would mastermind the great Yukon silver heist reading all Jack London’s adventure novels and memorizing lines of Service’s poetry. But chance rolled snake eyes on a Friday morning in June, 1963.


Alice Priest with her sister and mother.

Problems arose only after the driver of the flatbed truck that was loaded with bags of purloined ore took a wrong turn and had to ask for directions He parked outside the Elsa Cookhouse (barber shop, beer parlour and library) and bought cigarettes and coffee, asking how to reach the main road south.

Unfortunately the mine manager happened to look out his window and see the truck. Fridays weren’t ore-moving days… and, hey, it was a Friday!

What followed were the most expensive trials ever held in the Yukon. The legal elements include a mysterious Third Man who was never charged, or ratted out by the two men who were; the no-longer legal burden of reverse onus (meaning the men charged were guilty until they could prove otherwise); and the intervention of lawyer Angelo Branca who bowed out from representing Gerald Priest after being appointed a Supreme Court judge, an untimely honour which likely sealed Priest’s fate.

This is a consummately well-written book, achieving the near-impossible feat of maintaining a journalist’s objective distance while literally tracking her father’s fifty-year-old footsteps and disclosing painful family secrets with restraint and dignity.


Caroline Woodward is the author of Penny Loves Wade, Wade Loves Penny (Oolichan 2010), a novel set in the Peace River.

2 Responses to “Alicia Priest (1953-2015)”

  1. Vona Priest says:

    One more thing, my sister had nothing at all to do with Yukon for over 30 years. She hid herself away with a life that had the furthest thing to do with the Yukon and my parents. I took her back just after my mother died and she was trying to grieve. Then got diagnosed with ALS. She had no time at all to re-evaluate anything. She died with the same viewpoints as she did when our mother was alive. ALS is a beast. She had to grieve her own death and while she was a ‘journalist’ she felt she had to stick to facts. She was not a stylist nor someone who believed in psychotherapy. She wrote terrible articles about medicine. She had been a nurse but detested medicine. She took her own life with meds that were horrible. Died in hospice after she spent a week so sick because she got a doctor to write her a prescription for Fentanyl. I love her and I understand her but it so upsets me that people like you re-post the same old articles about this book. This book was not her life. It was the writings of someone engulfed in grief over her family and facing her own death. To write a memoir one should never do it while in a crisis but she did. Unfortunately, her husband helped her with this. I understand why but he wrote more than half of the book. He is a journalist as well and wanted the best for her. He supported her and wrote most of it. He loved her. Journalists are not writers of good memoirs. They only see facts. My father told me many times he was guilty and he never loved anyone. What sticks in my mind is what he said to me one day – “you’re mother and sister are silly, stupid women. They will believe anything I say and you and I will sit back here laughing”. I told Alice this but she could not believe nor accept it. Her last conversation with my father (and this is in the book) was when he said ‘Don’t stay on my account’. She tried so hard to have him love her. He never did. My last conversation with him was when I called him at the extended care facility and asked him if he wanted me to come to see him. He said yes. I said yes. He said ‘You won’t will you?’. I said no. No. In reality, no. And he said ‘you always understood me”. Same thing, I guess. Just from a different perspective.

  2. Vona Priest says:

    It doesn’t surprise me how people just get on the band wagon – it is the internet sensation. I guess it comes from reading one book and it has something to do with the Yukon. My beloved sister had no time to rediscover what happened. She was desperate to leave a legacy. Some people love it when she publishes a book like this. But, there is an art to a memoir and my poor sister did not have the time to understand this. She died of ALS and died on the back of this book. She was never objective. Family members all have their own perspectives but Alice had no time left to her to re-evaluate hers. ALS does horrible things to people – both physically and psychologically. People who don’t understand terminal illness do not understand this.

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