Clyde P. Maycock, 80, a retired ranger for the U.S. Forest Service, died March 20, 1999 in St. Anthony, ID following ill health for several years.
Clyde was born July 18, 1918 in Salt Lake City, Utah, the son of John Berry Maycock and Lurintha Palfreyman Maycock. He grew up in Salt Lake, where he graduated from East High School. He graduated from Utah State University with a B.S. degree in Forestry, and served in the U.S. Army from 1941 to 1944.In 1947 he moved to Sitka, Alaska, where good fortune introduced him to Irene Page Johnson. They were married Feb. 4, 1950 in Longview, WA. They have lived in Sitka, AL, Ogden, UT, and Ashton, ID, moving to the St. Anthony area in 1970. Clyde was a United States Forest Ranger for 30 years, retiring in 1975. His posts included the ranger stations in Millcreek Canyon and at Brighton, where before modern avalanche control he would ski across the face of Millicent to break the new snow loose, arising before dawn to radio in the overnight low temperature and snowfall.
Clyde was a member and president of the St. Anthony Rotary Club, receiving the Paul Harris Fellow award. He loved fishing and tying flies, which he sold to several local fishing supply stores. He also loved to travel and garden. He was a member of the LDS Church and served as the Egin Bench LDS Ward Clerk for many years.
He is survived by his wife, Irene, Egin Bench, ID; and three daughters, Cathy Zabel, Boise, ID; Barbara Maycock, Albany, OR; and Mary Dye, Pomeroy, WA. He was preceded in death by his parents, his son, Jerry, and his three brothers, Lamar, Dick and Jack.
Bishop Scott Rumsey will conduct funeral services Wednesday, March 24, 1999 at 11 a.m. at the Egin Bench LDS Ward Chapel. Friends may call at the church Wednesday an hour before the services. Burial will be in the St. Anthony Riverview Cemetery.
He died the first day of Spring, when the dogtooth lilies begin to awake under the floor of the forest in the mountains. Their yellow pointed blossoms can't cheer him any more, the way they used to when he hiked to his favorite hole on the Snake to cast his #16 Adams over a Rainbow who couldn't resist it. The forest will miss his stride, but we will remember him every time we smell the pines.
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