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Westhill cruises past Hannibal softball

by Rob Tetro

The Hannibal varsity softball team trailed Westhill 6-1 following four innings of play Wednesday.

Though the Lady Warriors were by no means out of it, Westhill quickly blew the game wide open. A sixth-inning rally crushed any hopes of a Hannibal comeback as Westhill cruised to a 20-1 win.

Westhill got off to a decent start. Westhill led 1-0 following the first inning. Hannibal scored during the top of the second inning to tie the game at 1-1.

During the bottom of the second inning, Westhill scored three more runs to take a 4-1 lead. Following a scoreless third inning, Westhill made the score 6-1 following two runs during the bottom of the fourth inning.

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Hannibal, Oswego communities mourn the loss of Jack Tyrie Jr.

by Carol Thompson

The unexpected death of former Hannibal school teacher Jack Tyrie has left the community in mourning.

Tyrie was a social studies teacher in Hannibal. He retired last year after 33 years and was an adjunct professor at SUNY Oswego.

Tyrie also served as a councilman on the Town of Oswego Board and was later elected as the town supervisor.

Tyrie died Monday evening, leaving those who knew him in shock.

Oswego County Legislature Minority Leader Mike Kunzwiler said he was in disbelief when he heard the news.

“Jack was a very  energetic and committed person to his family and his politics,” he said of his fellow Democrat. “He had a very good sense of humor.”

Legislator Amy Tresidder said she too is in shock over the news of the death of Tyrie. “Jack was one of those people who was always giving,” she said. “He offered joy, inspiration, service and friendship to anyone fortunate enough to have known him. I have not yet come to terms with this loss and I offer my most sincere condolences to his family.”

Oswego Mayor Tom Gillen said Tyrie was like family. “I was shocked,” he said. “I’ve known Jack for a very long time.  It’s more than losing a friend, it’s like losing family. I know Jack was a political guy but I didn’t know him that way. I knew him as a friend. He was a young man and he will be missed.”

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Celia Harper, 1926 FHS graduate

Celia K. Harper, 102, of Syracuse, died peacefully Thursday, May 10, 2012 at the Loretto Cunningham Nursing Home in Syracuse.

She was born Aug. 9, 1909 in Rawson, N.Y., the daughter of Ward and Madge (Lewis) Karns.  She was predeceased by husband, Frank in 1978; her daughter, Judy Svensson in 1999; and her brother, Ward Karns in 1945.

Mrs. Harper graduated from Fulton High School in 1926 and attended Syracuse University.  he was employed at the Sealright in Fulton.

After marrying Frank in 1936, they moved to the Syracuse area and resided in Lyncourt. She was a Girl Scout leader, a Cub Scout den mother, a Lyncourt School band booster and taught furniture refinishing and stenoscript in the Lyncourt school adult education program.

After surviving breast cancer in 1958, she began to work at Syracuse University library, completed her degree at SU in 1968 and retired in 1974.

She was a member of the First United Methodist Church of Syracuse where she volunteered as a historian/archivist. She also volunteered for Syracuse Meals On Wheels, the Onondaga Historical Association, and at the Hutchings Psychiatric Center where she was recognized as volunteer of the year in 1993.

She is survived by her twin sons, Richard J. of Liverpool and Peter W. (Elaine) of Crystal Lake, Ill.; a brother, Richard Karns of Batavia; a sister, Marjorie Naioti of Fulton; six grandchildren; and nine great-grandchildren.

Calling hours were held Thursday Carter Funeral Home, Syracuse.  Services were held yesterday at the funeral home and burial in Woodlawn Cemetery.

Contributions may be made to a favorite cancer charity.

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John Tyrie Jr., Social studies teacher

John Joseph Tyrie Jr. (Jack), 56, a resident of Oswego, died May 14, 2012, suddenly at home.

Born in Brooklyn, N.Y., he was the son of late John J. and Geraldine (Mullins) Tyrie Sr.

Mr. Tyrie graduated in Lindenhurst in 1974 and was a 1978 graduate of SUNY Oswego, where he later earned his Masters in reading education. He was the president of Sigma Tau Chi in the fall of 1977.

He was a beloved social studies teacher for 33 years for Hannibal Central School and an adjunct professor at the SUNY Oswego since 2007.

Mr. Tyrie was a young democrat and was always interested in politics. He was a city democratic committee secretary and was an Oswego Town council member and town supervisor. He volunteered as a Cub Scout leader.

He served in numerous capacities at St. Mary’s Church, including CCD instructor, Eucharist Minister, choir member, and lector.

He was a husband, father and grandfather and enjoyed spending time with his family and friends. He was an avid reader and active in college and community theater.

He is survived by his wife of 33 years, Patricia (Greene) Tyrie; two daughters, Elizabeth (Gianluca) Berloco of Rome, Italy and Jennifer E. Tyrie of Oswego; one son, John J. Tyrie III; three brothers, Kevin Tyrie of Fla., James (Jeannine) Tyrie of West Islip, N.Y., and Brian (Ann) Tyrie of West Islip, N.Y.; five sisters, Betty Ann (Peter) Massaro of Lindenhurst, N.Y., Cathy Lycke of Islip Terrace, N.Y., Geraldine (Michael) Filippone of N. Babylon, NY, Patricia (George) Colton of Lindenhurst, N.Y., and Denise (Randy) DeVoe of Babylon, N.Y.; three grandchildren, Claire, Viola and Lavinia, with one more on the way; numerous loving nieces and nephews.

Calling hours were held Friday at Nelson Funeral Home. Services will be held today, at 10 a.m. at St. Mary’s Church. Burial will follow in St. Peter’s Cemetery.

Nelson Funeral Home has care of arrangements.

Roy Hodge

Hodgepodge: May 19, 2012

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by Roy Hodge

As I often do, I was playing a little mind game with myself recently as I was looking at the list of column ideas I have covered since I started writing for The Patriot in 1979. I decided it might be entertaining (to whom I don’t know) if I chose a topic of an earlier column and without looking at that column I could write a column on the same subject today.

The article I chose was one I wrote for the April 24, 1979 issue of The Patriot.

The topic was “Men’s Fashion.”  Okay, I’m sure that I’m as much an expert on that subject today as I was back in 1979.  That statement, loosely translated and explained, means that I didn’t know a lot then and I don’t know a lot — maybe even less — now.

Here, without first reading the 1979 article, is the column I wrote this week on the subject:

I guess I could be considered as a “conservative dresser.”  Although I do have some colorful, even “splashy” sports shirts, my wardrobe is usually a little laid back. I am retired now so I dress in the casual, maybe even a bit sloppy, fashion most of the time.

Back in 1979, if I was writing about men’s ties, I would probably mention that I wore one several times a week. I would probably say that back then I preferred a modest, not splashy tie, that I liked stripes and subdued not bold colors. I might have mentioned that I was quite casual, especially as the day wore on, loosening and re-loosening my tie.

Now, I would say that my taste in neckwear hasn’t changed much — except I hardly ever have to experience that taste. I still like modest stripes or solid colors. I prefer an in-between tie width, not really narrow and not wide enough to cover my shirt front. My tie-wearing experiences are quite limited these days.

In 1979, at work, I probably wore light colored short-sleeve shirts in warm weather; long-sleeve stripes or solids, often with sweaters over the shirt, in winter.

I have always enjoyed wearing sweaters during three seasons of the year. I used to wear sleeveless sweaters; I don’t wear them now. I have always preferred sports jackets to suits, but 10 or 15 pounds ago I had both.

Now that I don’t work my first choice is almost always a comfortable shirt or sweater, or both, in winter; in summer, a colorful sports shirt for dress-up and a T-shirt around the house and yard.

I often wore neat, gray slacks or clean, not worn or tattered chinos, to work. At home it may have been the more worn and tattered versions.

In 1979, I would have worn shorts at home or while running around doing errands in the summer. Now I wear whatever I put on in the morning during every season, chinos or jeans in the winter, shorts in the warm months and sneakers all year around.

There was a time — I think it was in the late 70’s — when fashion tastes went berserk and I followed along.

There were striped and plaid pants, outrageous colors, jackets without collars, very wide-legged to very narrow-legged trousers.

I’m glad to report that in a few years my fashion tastes, and almost everyone else’s, returned to normal, whatever that may have been.

Here is the column on “Men’s Fashion, 1979”:

Life was simpler once. For the important dress-up occasions I had a dark suit, a white shirt, two ties, a pair of dark socks and black shoes.

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Around The Asphalt: May 19, 2012

by Dan Johnson

Kenny Rogers may have put it best when he sang, “You’ve got to know when to hold them, and know when to fold them”.

In the thousands of columns I have written, this will be undoubtedly be one of the toughest. Within the last week or so, I sent my “retirement” letter to Oswego Speedway.

I am one of the lucky ones. Growing up in Oswego, all I ever wanted to do was write about Oswego Speedway. Yeah, I know that’s pretty boring by today’s standards, but that’s 100 percent true.

As a kid, I couldn’t wait until Thursday, so I could spend my allowance and go to Garafalo’s and get the Eagle program, read it cover to cover, especially the Iver the Driver column.

From the Buccaneer Bulletin to the Oswego County Messenger to Auto Rac’r Magazine, those outlets gave me the opportunity to get my feet wet and see if that’s what I really wanted to do. Bill Foley took me under his wing and showed me the do’s and don’ts of race reporting. I always wanted to be like Bill and hoped he approved of how I put to use what he taught me.

My break came in 1990 when Carol Haynes suggested to the Caravan family to take a chance on this unproven guy to write about Oswego Speedway for The Valley News. My first night as a writer was the night we lost AJ Michaels. Talk about baptism by fire. It was game on from there, and the rest, they say, is history.

For over 20 years, twice a week, it was off to the computer to write about the people, machines, and stories from Oswego Speedway.

Even though it started with a typewriter and twice a week trips to Fulton to drop off copy before the days of computers, fax machines and e-mails, I was living the dream, never missing a deadline.

I cant thank the Caravan family nearly enough for the chance they took and the belief they had in a guy that grew up blocks from the racetrack.

Still writing for the Valley News, the next step came about in 1997 when Carol again took a chance and hired me to write for the Eagle program. How cool was that? To receive the chance to write the same column that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on as a kid was unbelievable.

Carol, George, John, and everyone at Speedway Press, and Mitchell’s Speedway Press, thank you so much for letting me live out my dream. Honestly, I couldn’t believe I’ve written for the Eagle for 15 years. That time has flown by.

The next step in the progression came days into the Pat Furlong-Steve Gioia ownership of the speedway, when again, the administration in control took a wild chance.

I still may have the e-mail I received from Steve Pryor asking me to be the infield announcer.  Really? Never thought of doing that, but, like I told my kids, take a chance and try things, you never know what may happen.

It was a great ride and had the time of my life with the best seat in the house. Doing the walk through Classic Weekend was both terrifying and satisfying. I can’t tell you how cool it is when the drivers, buckled up in their cars minutes before the start of their biggest race of the year, either give me a smile and the thumbs up or try to mess me up and get me to laugh. That journey every year was priceless.

Everyone knows the drivers at Oswego and all the fans have their favorites. All the drivers there are my favorites. They are an incredible bunch to work with, and to a man, they went out of their way to help me.

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Paul McKinney

A Little Of This And A Little Of That: May 19, 2012

Paul McKinney

by Paul McKinney

It was a beautiful summer day, June 30 around 1:30 in the afternoon.

I was riding home from a visit with my orthopedic doctor, having just had my third in a series of three spinal injections for one of those darn sciatic nerves.

My friend Bill was driving since I couldn’t. As we approached the city limits of Fulton, we had to stop adjacent to the Alliance Church on Route 48. A dumpster was ahead down the road making a regular pick up and there were five cars lined up in back of the dumpster and in front of us.

It was just a minute or two after coming to a dead stop that she came barreling from behind at full speed. Looking in the rearview mirror, Bill said to himself, “She’s not going to stop.”

Without saying a word, he gripped the wheel not knowing what to expect. Instinctively, he knew he had to keep the car in the right lane or we would come head on with the traffic-traveling south or hit the car that sat motionless 200 feet in front of us.

Suddenly, we heard a horrendous sound and felt the thrusting impact from the rear of our car. I remember saying out loud, “Oh no.” Next, we saw a mass of metal flying about 10 feet in the air to the right of our car. My window airbag quickly came down, pinning my right hand to the door rest. The car she was driving landed in the deep ditch along the right side of the road.

I could see her car was in tact, that all of the airbags were deployed, and watched as her little PT Cruiser right itself in the crevice of the drainage ditch.

We slide about 100 feet in a straight line (thanks to Bill’s good driving control) finally coming to a complete stop just short of the car ahead of us.

Suddenly from the On Star system overhead, I heard a voice say, “We have information that you have been in an accident on Route 48 in Oswego County. Does anyone need an ambulance?”

“Oh my gosh, I said to Bill,” that On Star thing really works.” “Oh joy,” he snapped back, “what a way to test it.” By the look on his pasty white face and his beet red knuckles, I figured he was as shocked as I was. And who could blame him.

I told the voice above my head to call for an ambulance, thinking surely, the crash lady, was in need of medical attention. And since we were outside the city limits, to call the New York State Police.

Within minutes both pulled up to the crash scene, where many people had gathered around us as the “rubber neck” crowd passed by. Don’t ya just love people at an accident?

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Gladys Cole, worked at Nestle

Gladys R. Cole, 86, a resident of Hannibal, died May 15, 2012, at home, surrounded by her family.

Born in Sterling, she was the daughter of the late Herbert and Elsie (Emery) Flack.

She worked for Nestle for more than 20 years and retired in 1988.

She enjoyed Bingo and especially spending Sunday afternoons with her family.

Surviving are her three daughters, Patricia (Leigh) Shortslef of Sterling, Linda M. Cole of Oswego, and Diane Cole of Oswego; two sons, Richard W. (Margot) Cole of Hannibal, and David (Kim) Cole of Hannibal; sister-in-law, H. Lucille Flack of Sterling and brother-in-law Albert Busch of Cicero; ten grandchildren, Bridget Ziskind, Susan Woodard, Beth Cole, Lori Carr, Sara Contestabile, Alexander Farley, Amanda Cole, Taylor Castaldo, Amanda Humphey, and Doug Stevens; 16 great grandchildren; numerous nieces and nephews; and extended family, Richard and Candy Malone and family.

She was predeceased by her husband, Fred W. Cole, in 1989; brothers, Harold “Miley” Flack and Herbert “Juney” Flack; sisters, Arlene McCarthy, Hilda Ristagno, Evelyn Cole, Helen Duffy, and Marie Busch; and grandson, Parker Farley, who died May 2, 2012.

Services will be held at 10 a.m. Monday at St. Paul’s Church, Oswego. Burial will be in Fairdale Cemetery, Hannibal.

Calling hours will be held tomorrow, May 20 from 2 to 5 p.m. at Nelson Funeral Home, 11 W. Albany St., Oswego.

Contributions may be made to a charity of ones choice.

Online Condolences may be at www.nelson-funeralhome.com.