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In And Around Hannibal: May 19, 2012

by Rita Hooper

As I write it is election day for the school and for the library.  So my mind drifts back to the good old days…my old school daze! Wonder if we are any better off today than we were 50 years ago. Life keeps a changing.

I can remember getting up early every morning and having breakfast with the family before Dad left for work. He didn’t have to milk the cows but he did have lots of faces to look at in the classroom…well the woodshop anyway!

During breakfast, Mom would pack the lunch bags; Dad would take his milk in a glass syrup bottle and either a sandwich or leftovers. He preferred to eat lunch in the shop with the other shop teachers and then he’d have time for a few quick winks.

He kept a wooden lawn chair in the store-room for just such an occasion. He drilled holes in the handles of a placesetting of mom’s silverware so that he could hang them on a hook above the clean-up sink. Plastic wasn’t used much then.

My sister and I usually took a sandwich, which we’d put in our purse – who would be caught dead with a paper bag? We’d buy milk at 3 cents and ice cream for a dime.

While Mom was busy, there would be a lot of chatter. The morning news came in 15 minute segments on the radio. We’d all listen and discuss it if we weren’t in a rush. Kiss each other goodbye and then it was off to start the day.

The evening began the same way – listening to the radio while Mom fixed dinner; in the later years, my sister and I might start it before Mom got home from work.

We’d discuss the events of the day, homework, listen to the 6 p.m. news on radio. Two nights a week, Dad would head off to his second job, Ye Town Trading Post, a second hand store he began when I was born to supplement his teaching salary.

My sister and I worked there as we got older as did my Mom. It was open Saturday afternoons, too. During the week, I’d often go to houses with Dad where he would buy things for the store.  One of my first jobs was filling the kerosene jugs and in turn filling the stoves in each of the seven “Treasure Rooms.”

While Dad went to work, my sister and I would fight over whose turn it was to do the dishes. “You wash, I’ll dry,” I can hear it now. Really wasn’t so bad as we’d change the station and do a little rock and roll as we worked. Did provide more time for conversation. Mom didn’t get a dishwasher until after we went to college.

In the evening, we’d work on homework. My school planned that we would have an hour of homework for every hour of school. Thank heavens I didn’t have homework in chorus and gym and not always in home economics. I was in seventh grade when Sputnik went up and  emphasis was put on education, especially math and science. We were in a race to beat the Russians. Our nation depended on it – the nation depended on us for the future of our country.

Our sports usually were a pick-up game of kickball in the street or bike riding or roller skating on the sidewalks. In the winter, we’d watch more TV but with only three basic channels, there wasn’t that much to watch – come to think of it – I think there was more to watch then, that interested me than there is now!

Remember “real” wrestling?  And the Saturday night fights? They were free!

And all those great comedians (Red Skelton, Imogene Cocoa, Jack Benny) and variety shows (Ed Sullivan, Ted Mack Amateur Hour, Milton Berle) and great live plays (Lux Video Theater and Playhouse Theater, I’ll throw Jackie Gleason and the Honeymooners in there, too.) We didn’t have any reality TV – reality was what our life was about! Who wanted to see that on TV?

Hope I’ve triggered a few memories for you. Are our children or grandchildren any better off than their grandparents were?

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On a sad note, I note the passing of Jack Tyrie, a social studies teacher in Hannibal for 33 years.

I must have met him at an open house at school or maybe it was through my Democrat roots, or perhaps at a school board meeting – I don’t really remember.

But I do know that at our very first meeting, we discovered that he had been my father-in-law’s newspaper boy on Long Island. We had a good chuckle over that — the first of many over the years.

I haven’t seen much of him in recent years, but Jack is not one to be easily forgotten and I know he has left his imprint on many a student.

My sympathies, to his family and friends. Services will be today at 10 a.m. at St. Mary’s church in Oswego.

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Another busy weekend in Hannibal and surrounding area, which reminds me, wasn’t the Hannibal Yard Sale wonderful? I haven’t seen so much traffic in the village since Field Days!

The North Volney Gospel Concert will be held at the North Volney Church at the corner of Routes 4 and 6 May 19 from noon until 3 p.m. The concert is free and refreshments will be available for your purchase. Taking part in this concert will be the Lake Effect Bluegrass, The Misfits and Dennis Shortslef. A free will offering will be taken to help the musicians with expenses.

The SW Oswego UMC will be having a roast pork dinner Saturday, May 19 starting at 4:30 p.m. The menu is roast pork, dressing, mashed potatoes, gravy, vegetable, salad, roll, and homemade pie for dessert. Take-outs are available. The church is located on 104, next to Ontario Orchards.

The Hannibal Free Library will be hosting an open house to show everyone its newly added wing.  It will be held today, May 19 at 3 p.m. for a special dedication.  Refreshments will be served.  Bring your library card, and sign out a book!

The Dale Osborn Music Scholarship Fund Benefit will be held today at the Volney Fire Department from 4 to 10 p.m. Dale died in a tragic accident last August. I understand Dale attended Hannibal schools and the scholarships will benefit both Phoenix and Hannibal Dollars for Scholars for music scholarships. I’m also told Dale was always among the first to help when and where he could and a great friend and father, and a talented musician who performed in many benefits himself.

A number of groups will be playing, among them Stone River Band, Tom Gilbo (Elvis), the East Side Blues Band, the Marshall Dillon Band, and Nightlife. Lots of activities going on. The admission charge includes dinner.

Our Lady of the Rosary Church on Cayuga Street across from the high school will be serving the famous Joe and Loretta Ukleya’s famous spaghetti dinner Sunday, May 20 from 11:30 a.m. to 3 p.m.; takeouts will be available. The dinner is a fund-raiser to replace the roof on the church hall.

The Jammers will meet this week at the American Legion on Rochester Street from 7 to 10 p.m. If you enjoy country music, just want to sit and relax a spell or would like to join in making some music, come on over and see if it’s to your liking.

The Thursday soup/chili lunches at the Hannibal United Methodist Church are still being served from 11:30 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Takeouts are available.

A glass mosaic stepping stone workshop will be held May 26 and June 2 at the Hannibal Library.  Join glass artisan, Cathy Pence who will guide you though this two part garden art class. The time is 10 a.m. each day. All materials are included for a fee. Register at the library or call 564-5471. Call Linda at 564-6643 with any questions.

Hannah Crego, an 11-year-old girl from Martville with Cockayne Syndrome, and her family are going to California for a Cockayne Syndrome conference and retreat. The conference is a wonderful way for Hannah and her family to interact with others, and gives Hannah the opportunity to spend time with children like herself.

There will be a chicken barbecue benefit June 3 at the Hannibal American Legion to help with the cost of the trip. The barbecue will be from noon until gone.  There will also be raffles and a bake sale.

The Hannibal High School Senior Band is inviting alumni and friends to join them for its June 5 concert. Music is available on the website,  and anyone wishing to sit in on a rehearsal can arrange to do so by contacting Shirley

Terrinoni at 564-7910, ext. 4132. Students have chosen music by The Doors and “Jurassic Park.”

Our Lady of the Rosary Church’s annual Strawberry Festival will be Sunday, June 10 from 8 a.m. to 3 p.m. on the church grounds on Cayuga Street. Breakfast begins at 8 a.m. There will be many booths to interest you from Plants & Books, Baked Goods and Games and Grandma’s Famous Attic – aka garage sale! There will be lots of good food too! Hamburgs, hotdogs, coneys, sausage, chicken barbecue, and of course strawberries and ice cream.

They will have assorted entertainment, including a talent show, and a raffle as well. So come and have some food and fun.  Call Diane Miano at 564-5833 or the church at 564-5201 for more information.

Plans are underway for the Hannibal Central School Alumni Banquet Saturday, June 16 at The Oasis Restaurant, just off Route 48 south of Fulton. Classes of ‘42, ‘52, ‘62, ‘72, ‘82, ‘92, and 2002 will be recognized. The Class of 1962 (50th celebration) has chosen to honor all veterans of their class for the distinction of Honored Alumni. For further information watch for posters or call 564-6690. Reservations with remittance and dues are due by May 29 to Faye Kimball, 32 Hannum Rd., Hannibal, NY 13074.

Remember to get the news of your club or group to me by Monday at the latest for the following week. Please note my phone number is 706-3564 and my e-mail is You may snail-mail me at 210 Meadowbrook Circle, Fulton 13069.

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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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.


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

Roy Hodge

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.

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