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Lynn McElfresh and Rick Casali's past articles are remembered. Also, Robert and John Street share a lovely movie of the Queen's passage through the Thousand Islands.
While the events attracted spectators, the camp itself was a curiosity, as interesting as a circus or Wild West show.
Sketches of early canoes don't look like canoes at all. To me, the vessels they were using looked like kayaks and very skinny sailboats. Canoes were often referred to as “the poor man’s yacht."
In 1883, this tract of land, known as Delaney's Point, looked very different than it does today. Decades before, loggers ...
I stood to see that it was a tiny snapping turtle, small enough to fit inside the palm of my hand. We’ve had turtles pass through...
About the "Cottage on Stilts of Light" on Murray Isle; who lived there and when! The Hon. Henry Spicer, Col. James T. Watson & Hannah Watson, woman suffrage.
We may pay the taxes but our point belongs to Nature...
In mid-July, Clayton P. O. mailboat driver, Brian Parker, delivered exciting news with the bag of mail. “Have you seen the comet?” he asked.
The fawn arrived exhausted on shaky legs on the shore of Grenell Island in the St. Lawrence River. Our daughter named him Pete.
On a Wednesday afternoon in August 1904, Lillian May Stoddard was the first bride to ever be married in the Grenell Island Chapel. Everyone on the island was invited.
A group of minks saw this opening as an invitation: “Welcome! Spend your winter here.”
When I think “park”, I think slides, swings, and merry-go-rounds. My husband, on the other hand, might think Fenway or Candlestick. But in the late nineteenth century, a "park” was a resort
Authorities were hunting for a Syracuse man, Dean Hethington, a steel executive of Globe Forge and Foundries, Inc., who had been missing for nearly three weeks.
Ian, may you fly as low or as high as you wish from now on. You have "raised the bar" for all of us and we are grateful.
Arch Kerr was the architect, I was the builder, and I became his pupil, though I’m not sure he knew that at the time.”
It was always my dream to take a piece of the river home with me in the fall to help me savor my island world until I could return in the spring. Last fall, I did just that.
At the time of his death in 1891, Phat Boy, Edward Fredrick Babbage of Rochester, NY, age 51, was regarded as the best tour guide on the St. Lawrence River.
As I troll through the newspaper archives I see that dogs and the River has been a tradition for over a hundred years.
