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Civil Air Patrol to honor 9/11 victims

 

Members from the Local Civil Air Patrol unit, the F. R. Sussey Composite Squadron, will host a Sept. 11 memorial service 10 a.m. Sept. 8 at the Oswego County Airport.

The Civil Air Patrol cadet color guard will take part.

The memorial will be held in conjunction with the Experimental Aircraft Association pancake breakfast. The breakfast runs 7 a.m. to noon in the EAA hanger at the airport, 2326 county Route 176.

All veterans in attendance will be honored as well.

Evelyn L. Harriger: Avid bowler, gardener, camper

Evelyn L. Harriger, 72, of Pennellville passed away Aug. 30 at St. Joseph’s Hospital Health Center, Syracuse.

She was born in Volney to her late parents, Ruby Evangeline (Breasnahan) and Harold Duell, on March 3, 1941.

Evelyn was a meat wrapper for Sam’s Club, Clay. She enjoyed the traveling dart club; was an avid bowler and gardener; and enjoyed camping, fishing and deer tracking. She made excellent pies.

Evelyn enjoyed spending quality time with her family.

She was predeceased by her son William Meeks in August 1977.

Surviving are her loving husband of 43 years, Joseph M. Harriger; her children, Robert Meeks (Jennie), Jerry (Melanie) Meeks, Beverly (Meeks) Badore (Kevin) and Joseph (Christin) Harriger; a brother, Jim (Lucy) Duell; a sister, Eleanor Hanson; eight grandchildren; four great-grandchildren; several nieces, nephews, cousins.

Calling hours were Sept. 4 at Allanson-Glanville-Tappan Funeral Home, Phoenix.

Services were Sept. 5 at Pennellville United Methodist Church. Burial was in Mount Pleasant Cemetery, Volney.

Mary Elizabeth Schwitter Jones: Homemaker, gardener

Mary E. Jones, 93, of Fulton passed away Aug. 31 at Oswego Hospital.

Born in Scriba, she was a longtime resident of the Fulton area. Mary was a homemaker and enjoyed gardening.

She is survived by her husband, Tom Jones; seven children, Barbara (John) Oleyourryk of Oswego, Edward (Colleen) Jones of Fulton, Alun (Denise) Jones of Cumming, Ga., Kenneth Jones of Fulton, Linda Jones of Ithaca, Philip (Michelle) Jones of Fulton and Christopher (Doreen) Jones of Oswego; seven grandchildren; 10 great-grandchildren; several brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews.

Calling hours and services will be private.

Contributions in memory of Mary may be made to Friends of the Fulton Public Library, 160 S. First St., Fulton, N.Y. 13069.

Foster Funeral Home in Fulton has care of arrangements.

Mary E. Gaydos: Community volunteer

Mary Elizabeth Worden Gaydos, 92, died of respiratory failure Aug. 30 in Lakeland, Fla.

Born in Fulton on Feb. 21, 1921, Mrs. Gaydos spent her early childhood in Cortland, where her father, Arthur Worden — who was stage manager at Fulton’s Quirk Theater when it opened in 1913 — managed a vaudeville theater.

When movies replaced vaudeville, the family moved to Wolcott, where her father bought the Palace Theater.

Her grandfather, Allen Worden, was a Fulton artist whose successful stage scenery business, A. E. Worden Scenic Co., 511 Academy St., designed and painted backdrops for Broadway productions in New York City.

She attended Rider College, Trenton, N.J. where she met and married Andrew Gaydos in 1941, and then returned to Fulton when Mr. Gaydos was employed by the Nestle Co.

Before moving to Florida when her husband retired in 1979, Mrs. Gaydos was an active community leader in Fulton.

She was president of the A.L. Lee Memorial Hospital Auxiliary, the Fairgrieve School Parent Teacher Association and Arrowhead Garden Club.

She chaired the Cracker Barrel Fair for a number of years and served in many capacities at Fulton’s First United Methodist Church.

Mrs. Gaydos is survived by daughter Carol Elizabeth Gaydos Tenney, Mammoth Lakes, Calif.; four grandchildren, five great-grandchildren, three nieces and two nephews.

She was predeceased by her parents, Arthur and Flora Worden of Lakeland, Fla.; daughter Barbara Whiting of Silver Spring, Md.; husband Andrew; sister Frances Porcher of Fort Myers, Fla.;  and brother Leslie Worden of Lake Mary, Fla.

Condolences may be sent to heathfuneralchapel.com in Lakeland.

In lieu of flowers, memorial gifts may be sent to Lakeland Volunteers in Medicine, lvim.net; Alliance for Independence,  afi.fl.org; The Cottage, Gaithersburg, Md., hospicecaring.org/donations or Cornerstone Hospice, cornerstonehospice.org.

Valley Viewpoints

Consider residents’ well-being: Richard Phillip Kline, Schroeppel

As I was baling hay, I received a phone call from a concerned citizen. They were quite surprised at some distorted facts and called because they did not feel it was an accurate assessment of me or my long political career.

As I used to tell my children, stay calm and consider the source. In light of this event, I would like to give the District 12 voters a chance to know the real facts about me.

Having always been consistently for growth and a low tax burden, I considered the offer by the county to take a look at Bion.

We thoroughly researched this and went through the proper channels. When all was said and done, the people said no and I, personally, rescinded the proposal.

My pro-growth, low tax burden agenda is driven by troubling trends I’ve watched over many years, both locally and beyond, where average people are working harder and keeping less.

For the rest of this letter to the editor, pick up the print version of The Valley News. Call 598-6397 to subscribe.

Hodgepodge

By Roy Hodge

Out of nowhere a couple of weeks ago, I thought of an old song that my mother sang to me over 50 years ago. It was a new song then, sung by Bing Crosby, and probably on the hit parade.

I clearly remember the song’s title: “Swinging on a Star,” and many of the words. When I remembered that song, I started singing it and I still am.

“Would you like to swing on a star, carry moonbeams home in a jar and be better off than you are … ?”

The lyrics go on, asking if I would rather be a mule — an animal with long, funny ears; a pig — an animal with dirt on his face, whose shoes are a terrible disgrace; a fish — who won’t do anything but swim in a brook; or a monkey — they’re not all in the zoo — every day you see quite a few.

I think I remember my mother and myself singing that song during much of a trip to Ohio to visit relatives when I was about 6. I discovered that it’s one of those songs that all of a sudden you remember, and then you have a hard time getting it out of your mind.

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