We see smoke and we panic - Fire makes us freeze with fear - We dial 911 and in minutes - These people readily appear . . .
"I Got Lost in a Dream" and "I Remember", two poems from "Leaving French Creek Bay"
Marilyn Neulieb poetry, Virtual Save The River Winter Environmental Conference and Toronto Boat Show! Winter photographs... and more
...Yet one last trace is still visible from the village docks; a single tower that stands alone.
One of the most distinctive and elegant tour boats that cruised the 1000 Islands in the last half of the twentieth century was Miss Kingston
Wars always inspire people to come up with innovative ways that might possibly bring a quick end to the conflict.
He said, “You’re wondering where I’ve been and what I’ve seen with these old eyes,if I’ve met the beast of legends who would make the bravest prize.”
To a Friend... A black MG unwinds the twisted sweeps of island road.
Editor's Note: Lori Jo Hill comes from Clayton and grew up enjoying everything that River life offers. She currently lives in the Poconos n
It was at the intermission, when I went out on the Playhouse deck, that I discovered considerable fog on the River. I could not see our lighthouse...
I wrote this poem for my son Lee, who is now 8. He loves the River! It's simple, but I think anyone who loves the Thousand Islands readily identifies with it....
Meet poet Waltraud Ingeborg Mack. Her poetry captures the spirit of the month and will give you food for thought...
Judges can perform marriages. Some do, some wont. The Chief Judge of the State of New York certified me to perform marriages anywhere in the State after I left the Courtroom.
Submissions by Linda Rowe, Mark L.Pierce and Carol Wilkins
According to the abstract of title pertaining to our lots, Lot 214, where our cottage is sited, was leased by Capt. Brown from the Thousand Island Camp Meeting Association on June 26, 1909.
Hark! The River awakens..Like an old man reluctantly relinquishing the peace and warmth of a thick coverlet after a winter's nap,
What better way to start a day on the island than with a row in a St. Lawrence River Skiff?
It is this frigid winter that makes me most recall Those sun-drenched summer days at Grandma’s most of all Oh, Tennessee Street,