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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.
Islanders at the turn of the century didn’t wait until Halloween to enjoy ghosts. Ghost parties and ghost dances were popular...
She was the talk of Grenell Island—Murray Isle too. “Did you see the new set of ducklings? One of them is white.” Well, in all honesty, she
Before August 1st, 1929, Grenell Island was dark at night. Imagine a world lit by lamplight.
Sequels are the bread and butter of Hollywood, so Mother Nature decided to jump on the bandwagon and create a sequel of her own. High Water once again...
I love South Bay! It was the first section of the River I explored my first year on the island back in 1975.
From the very beginning, Cliff House was a mystery. The Cliff House became a curiosity. Islanders from far and near flocked to the deserted hotel to wander through the furnished rooms.
What better way to start a day on the island than with a row in a St. Lawrence River Skiff?
