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Jerry’s Journal

Most everyone who grew up back in the day has fond memories of their old neighborhood, the streets you walked to your friends’ house and to school, and the houses and the people who lived in them along the way.

My neighborhood was in the Sixth Ward and North Sixth Street became my pathway to the world as I knew it back then.

Well, you know how it goes, the years flew by and the next thing I knew I was grown up, married to Mike Hogan, living up over my parents on Porter Street, and was pushing a baby carriage up and down North Sixth on my way to most everywhere I went.

Mike was just starting out at Niagara Mohawk and we didn’t have a car yet. (I think that baby carriage had more mileage on it than most cars did when our first child was born back in 1953!)

“Let me see your baby,” a young woman sitting on a porch on North Sixth called out to me one fine day. That led us to admiring each other’s infants — my little girl and her little boy — both of whom, of course, were the most adorable babies you’ve ever seen!

My new friend’s name was Geri Garbus. She and her husband, Fred, were renting an apartment from her grandfather and grandmother, Rex and Goldie Carvey.

Come to find out, Geri is sister to Joyce Carvey (Boynton) who is one of my classmates, and the oldest of the four Carvey sisters: Geri, Joyce, Judy and Joan.

The Carvey house was on the opposite corner of North Sixth and Seward Street from my grandparents, Ralph and Edna McKinney, where I spent many an hour, so Geri and I saw each other quite often. (View’s grocery store, later to become Koval’s, was just across the street.)

Now fast forward to a few weeks ago when Geri (who also goes by Jeri or Gerry), called and said she’d like to put our heads together to see who and what we could remember from our days on North Sixth Street.

By the way, how many other Gerrys did we know? Geraldine Blakeslee, Geraldine Hubbell, and Geraldine, who was the manger of Harper’s store, was about all we could come up with!

Thus we chatted at my kitchen table, drank tea, reminisced and got so busy enjoying it that we skipped around that neighborhood, randomly mentioning this person or that person as he or she came to mind. So, Dear Readers, bear with me as I do the same.

Rex Carvey was a well-known local politician, an alderman or county legislator, we couldn’t remember, except, as Geri recalled, he was known as a “supervisor” back then.

She spoke lovingly of her Grandma Goldie Carvey.

“Everybody wanted to have their picture taken in Grandma’s garden,” she said. “Shirley Jenkins was the next place after the garden.”

Earl View had the store but wasn’t a bit friendly — “a son-of-a-gun — but his wife was nice,” she said.

Elsie O’Neil lived down Seward Street. She was a nurse who took care of almost everyone who ever spent time at the old Lee Memorial Hospital.

“A little old man lived all by himself,” also on Seward Street; he made Geri “a grater out of a tin can.”

Starting at Porter Street and going south, there was Dick Guyer, a boy my age and a great clarinet player, his mother a maternity nurse at Lee Memorial, and his father, a cop on the beat.

Across from them was Jack Percival, his mother, brother and sister.

Now crossing Freemont Street but still on North Sixth,was the Young family, some of them cousins and some siblings: Mary Ellen, Pricilla (Marcino), John and Kay (Cafolla).

Down a couple of houses were Mrs. Diehl and her children Yvonne and Phillip. They were next to my grandparent’s house. Keith Smithers lived across the street from them.

Gloria Simons (Lyons) lived on the corner of Freemont and North Sixth. Also on that side of the street was the Koenigs, Carol (Kellogg) and Janice (Kincaid) Koenig, and Emma Rowlee who married Jack Walsh.

Going west off North Sixth onto Freemont Street, there was Lola Wells and her twins, Frances and Franklin. They were a year ahead of me in school.

Going east on Freemont, there were the Truesdales, the Wordens — Carl Worden was a great little guy, and Neil, Barbara and Jean Barnard, Theresa Maloney (Dings), Muriel, “Tootie” Ingersol and her sister Shirley (Terzulli) and her brother Bruce, while Chuck and Sally Shortsleeve, and John, Earl and Dick Dempsey lived farther up Freemont.

Okay, Dear Readers, I’m going to stop here and finish this sweet sojourn another time. Because as I write this, I have Christmas on my mind; it’s such a busy time of year! So I wrote a poem about it:

‘Tis the Season


‘Tis the season

For blowing snow

For saying stuff like Ho, Ho, Ho,

It’s off to the mall we go!


But…whether you shop a lot

Or trim a tree or not…

Always remember in December

Jesus is still the reason for the season.

Now, here’s my caveat: Reader beware! 

I write for fun. I am not a historian, nor a reporter. I write from memory and from what others want to share. Sometimes I look things up; sometimes I mess things up.

I hope you have fun reading my stuff. Your comments, additions and corrections are always welcome.

You may contact me at 133 Tannery Lane, Fulton, phone 592-7580 or email Please put Jerry’s Journal in the subject line.


In and Around Hannibal, by Rita Hooper

Lest we forget — today is Dec. 7, the date that President Franklin Roosevelt said “will live in infamy,” when he addressed a joint session of the US Congress in 1941.

On Dec. 7, Japanese planes attacked the United States Naval Base at Pearl Harbor, killing 2,300 Americans.

The USS Arizona was completely destroyed and the USS Oklahoma capsized.

Twelve ships sank or were beached, nine more were damaged. A total of 160 aircraft were destroyed and 150 more damaged.

On Dec. 8, Congress declared war on Japan bringing the United States into World War II.

Within days, Germany and Italy also declared war on the U.S.

WWII began in 1939, when Germany invaded Poland and ended in 1945 when Germany and Japan surrendered to the allies.

In all, 60 million people were killed, over 2.5 percent of the world’s population.

In this Christmas season, as we await the birth of the Prince of Peace, let us take a few minutes to remember those who have lost their lives through wars, past and present.

Let us work to bring peace to the earth and to turn our swords into pruning hooks, that those who have died, may not have died in vain.


Hannibal Center Schools

Well folks — we are up to District No. 7 — Hannibal Center — Schools in Hannibal area before centralization.

Hannibal Center was settled in 1805.  Orren Cotton, one of the first settlers to the area was a millwright by trade and built the first grist mill.

He was a descendant of the celebrated Puritan preacher of Boston, Dr. John Cotton.

In the next 50 years or so, Hannibal Center became a thriving little hamlet.  There were a number of industries that gave employment to the residents.

John McLaury operated the tannery and Norman Titus was the proprietor of a flour and feed mill on the west side of Nine Mile Creek.

There were several saw mills and a peppermint still operated by W.W. Brackett. Later a carding mill and later a foundry came into being.

The Hannibal Center Church can date its beginnings back to 1830 with James A. Brackett as the first class leader.

The church building was built in 1862 or 63.

W.W. Brackett also had the largest of three general stores in the Center and he also had a general store in the Village.

There were also two hotels/taverns.  Judson S. Kellogg began blacksmithing in Hannibal Center in 1877.

At one time, great excitement was raised over digging for gold in the area.

Additional prominent residents of the center were Issac Ketcham, the Dickinsons, James Knolton and William Ames.

The first school in the town of Hannibal was kept at Hannibal Center in 1810; Laura Kent was the first teacher.

A large two-classroom wooden schoolhouse was built in Hannibal Center probably in the last half of the 19th century although the exact date of construction is unknown.

It was located on what is now call the Town Garage Road.

In 1931, the school was changed from a two-room school to a one-room school because of the small number of children in attendance.

Electricity was installed in 1933.

Two years later, the two-room school arrangement was re-established due to increased enrollment. However, this was a temporary condition and the school eventually went back to a one-room set up.

Successful teachers in this district were Hannah Wood, Malissa Lake, Richard Smith, Frank Haven, Eva Brackett, Georgia Brackett, Fannie Rogers Cooley, Mr. Vanderlinder, Leon Harris, Will Allen, Mattie Cox, Helen Gardenier, Mrs. Carrie Pooler, Cora Blake, Ruth Ames, Lorilla Loomis, Katie Walsh, Ruth Dennison, Ann B. Brackett, Grace Atwater Rogers, Maggie McNamara, Frank Tuller, Belle Tuller and Nettie Rogers.

In 1890, Frank E. Brackett; 1890-91 S.W. Holden; 1892-93 Emma J. Smith; 1893-94 Emma Smith and Jane Talmadge; 1894-95 Ella Mae Ames; 1897-98 Hattie J. Smith;1899-1900 Edna Godfrey and Mertie L. Dann; 1902-03 Rena Gardenier and Robert Burns; 1905-06 Ella Lounsbery; 1906-07 Zilpha Stickle; 1907-08 Mae Pellet Rogers; 1908-10 Mildred Perkins and Mae D. Pellett, 1910-11 Robert J. Burns and Ethel Robinson. 1917-Agnes Farden and Susie Spafford; 1919-20 Ruth

Baldwin Weldon; 1920-26 Ella Lounsbery and Mae Rogers; 1926-28 Mae Rogers and Ella Wheeler Perkins; 1928-30 Letty McGlen and Meda Cooper; 1930-31 Grace Welling and Mae Rogers; 1931-32 Grace Welling; 1932-35 Ella Lounsbery; 1935-38 Clara Wilke and Ella Lounsbery; 1938-39 Clara Wilke and Mae Rogers; 1939-41 Marion Gannon and Vivian Megraw; 1941-42 Olive Schneider and Vivian Megraw; 1942-43 Olive Schneider and Reta Merriam; 1943-49 Ella Lounsbery.

After centralization and the resulting closing of the school, the Town of Hannibal used the building for storage.

In 1983, the Town of Hannibal constructed a new town barn and no longer had any need for the old school.

The Town offered to give the schoolhouse to the Hannibal Historical Society; but the building would have been costly to restore. Therefore the group declined the offer and the structure was town down.

Teacher Grace Welling married John Cox and was organist at Hannibal Community Church for 43 years if memory serves me correctly.

And teacher Marion Gannon married and I can’t remember her married name and moved to Syracuse. She had a brother Jimmy (I think that was his name) who became a professional musician if I have the story correct.

I’m indebted once again to Hannibal’s Historical Highlights by Gordon Sturge and Hannibal History in Pictures and Prose by the Hannibal Historical Society.

Didn’t want you to think I was ‘that smart!’

Let me know if you have something to add so we all know the ‘rest of the story!’


Around the Town

The Sons of the American Legion will hold their monthly breakfast buffet from 8 to 11 a.m. Sunday Dec. 8 at the Legion, Rochester Street, Hannibal.

Hannibal United Methodist Church will have an afternoon of entertainment with the Tri-County Singers performing a Christmas Cantata at 2 p.m. Dec. 8. They will perform “On This Shining Night.”

It is a free performance with donations accepted.

Refreshments served after.

Also on the 8th, First United Church of Fulton, 33 S. Third (east side of the River) will be holding an afternoon of music with the Hannibal Jammers at 2 p.m.

Hannibal Senior Dining Center meets at noon for dinner at the Senior Center (Library Building) on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

Give Rosemary a call and make your reservation at 564-5471.

This week’s menu is:

Monday: Lasagna with meat sauce, vegetable blend, green and yellow beans, ice cream

Wednesday: Baked chicken, creamed potatoes, zucchini and tomatoes, juice, cookie

Friday: Hamburger on roll, garlic red potatoes, vegetable, applesauce

Activities: Monday, Wii bowling;   Wednesday, bingo after lunch; Friday,  games.

Kenney Middle School is holding a BoxTops for Education contest.

Two students who bring in the most BoxTops in one week win free ice cream from the cafeteria.

Anyone who brings in five or more BoxTops in one week is entered in a drawing for a large cheese pizza from the Village Market. The contest runs through Dec. 16.

The student who brings in the most BoxTops for the contest will win a bowling party.

Anyone bringing in five or more BoxTops during the contest will be entered in drawings for several prizes.

Each BoxTop is worth 10 cents to the school. Hannibal has raised more than  $600 for the school so far this year.

All money earned benefit programs for the students.

We also have a new collection box at the Village Market for your convenience.


Holiday Events

The Village Market (IGA) will host its annual Christmas Luncheon for Seniors at 11 a.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10. This is free and no registration is needed.

The High School music department will be providing music for your enjoyment.

The Hannibal Senior Band will be presenting its Holiday Concert at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10, in the Lockwood Auditorium. This concert will feature the Jazz Ensemble and the Concert Band presenting many familiar carols and winter songs.

Audience members are asked to bring a donation for the Christmas Bureau.

Prior to the concert band members will serve their annual complimentary lasagna holiday dinner for local senior citizens in the high school cafeteria.

Serving begins at 6:15 p.m. Community seniors wishing to attend should make a reservation by calling 564-7910 ext. 4132 before Dec. 9.

Mentioning Christmas Bureau reminds me drivers are needed to help deliver packages for Santa from 9 to 11 a.m., Dec. 18.

Give the high school or district office a call if you can help do this.

It is a great deal of fun and some high school students help you so there is no heavy lifting for you to do.

The Elderberry Christmas Dinner has been changed to noon Thursday, Dec. 12, at the American Legion. The luncheon will be catered by Brenda Fletcher — sure hope you made your reservation.

You are reminded to bring a $3 gift for the exchange game.

I have it on good authority that Santa Claus Is Coming To Town.

Friday Dec. 13, he’ll be at the Hannibal Fire Department Firehouse on Oswego Street from 6 to 8 p.m.

He’s keeping his eye out for all those good little boys and girls from birth to 10 years old and I understand from one of his elves, that he’s put a few gifts in his bag!

Kids of all ages are invited to share in refreshments.

Shirts ‘N Skirts, Square Dance Club, meets every Friday from 7 to 9:30 p.m. at the Fulton Municipal Building, South First Street. Admission is $5.

All ages are welcome, under 16 years old must be accompanied by an adult. for more infomation, call 591-0093 or email

‘Tis the season to be jolly … please email me or give me a call if your organization has any special plans for the holiday season that you want to publicize.

Remember this column is about and for the people of Hannibal and the surrounding area.

If you have an event that you would like the public to know about, send me an email or give me a quick call.

Rita Hooper 706-3564

A Sportsman’s World, by Leon Archer

By Leon Archer

I watched the pair of Mallards circle Paul Woodard’s Pond several times as I crouched down next to a Juniper bush being careful not to move, which included resisting the temptation to turn my head to watch them each time they went out of sight.

I was hunting with Lyle Taber, who was trying to look like part of the cement dam where he was huddled as the birds kept trying to decide if everything looked safe.

It was the very first time either of us had ever hunted ducks, but we had read a lot about how to do it, and these were the only birds we had seen that morning.

The pond was only about 150 feet wide and a little over twice as long, held back by an 8-foot-high cement dam that had been built many years before across a small creek at the North end of Sandy Creek, not far from the Oswego County  Fairgrounds in Sandy Creek.

It was hardly a big duck magnet, but before the season opened, we had seen a bird or two on the water on several different occasions. Paul Woodard owned the little pond, and he allowed many of my friends and me to fish there anytime we wished, trap muskrats there in the spring, and even hunt ducks there if we wanted to waste our time.

We were both hoping we weren’t wasting our time that morning. My eyes picked up the birds as they came into view after another circuit of the pond, but this time they didn’t bank around for little lower orbit.

Instead, they took a straight course to the southeast, fast becoming dots low in the sky.

I was about to move out of my uncomfortable crouch and try to see what Lyle was doing, but wisely I still kept my youthful eyes on the nearly invisible birds, and at the very last moment, I noticed that they had veered to the left, and soon I could tell they were on their way back.

It seemed like forever, but then, there they were at the far end of the pond heading right at me. I thought they were going to drop into the pond right below where I was hidden, but instead they swooped up and climbed for altitude, passing above me.

I couldn’t stand it any longer; they were well within range and I had a clear shot at the hen. I swung the double barrel 12-gauge ahead of her, my cheek tight to the stock, and pulled the trigger for the modified barrel.

I felt the recoil, and almost as fast as the roar of the shot had faded, the duck was on its way to join me on the ground. I forgot about the other bird and hot footed it over to when the hen mallard had struck.

It had been a good shot and she had been dead before she hit the ground. I was ecstatic. Lyle, on the other hand, was a little bummed out.

When we got together after I had picked up my bird, he told me he could have shot several times, but he was waiting for them to land so maybe we could get them both.

I told him I was sorry I screwed it up, but I was only lying to make him feel better; I felt about as great as a boy could feel. I can close my eyes and see those birds and that shot as clearly today as I did that beautiful October morning back in 1955.

My father wasn’t much for duck hunting; in fact he never once went with me, but he did give me one piece of advice that has served me very well over my 55-plus years of water fowling.

He told me to always pick out one bird to shoot at even if there was a whole flock of ducks.

“Sure,” he said, “you may sometimes kill a duck if you brown a flock, but more often than not, you will come up empty handed. If you pick out a target instead of trying to kill them all, you’ll do a lot better.”

I asked him why that was when I was shooting a shotgun for Pete’s sake. He looked at me like I was some kind of ignoramus, and his last comment on the topic I will always remember, “Son, there is always a lot more space where they ain’t than where they are, so aim close.”

I hadn’t had to worry about a flock for my first shoot, but the next day when Lyle and I hunted Carter’s Creek near Sandy Pond, I jumped a flock of wood ducks. There must have been 30 panicky woodies filling the air with flapping wings and squealing calls.

They were within reasonable range as I raised the double barrel to my shoulder and proceeded to do exactly what my father warned me not to do.

I didn’t swing, I didn’t get my cheek down on the stock and get a good sight picture, I didn’t pick out a target, I just pointed at the middle of all those ducks and pulled the trigger. Even as I did it, I was wondering what Lyle and I would do with all the extra woodies I was going to kill when I blasted the middle out of the flock, because the limit was one a day back then.

I didn’t have to worry, because as it turned out, I only dropped the very last bird in the flock. I had come extremely close to proving my father right.

I’ve thought many times about that shot I took on the second day of my first fall of duck hunting, and although I actually did get a beautiful drake wood duck, I realized it was just plain luck.

I actually have never flock shot since that day. I’ve shot birds out of a flock; I nearly always got the one I would be aiming at, but sometimes I brought down an additional bird as well. I have grown to prefer shooting at single birds, and if I find a flock in front of me, I try to pick one off away from the main group if possible.

Over the years I have made some memorable multiple shots, and the one I remember most was the day I had a big flock of mallards respond to my call and my decoys.

There was no one else in the swamp to scare them, and I let them come right in until with feet down they were nearly on the water. As I stood, I knew there was a trio of drakes in line across formation directly in front of me at about maybe 20 yards.

I pulled onto them before they could flare, pulling the trigger as my barrel moved ahead of their bills. Two birds that were behind the trio caught my attention as they began climbing for altitude, almost as one, and my second shot knocked them from the air.

I looked for another shot and a single was racing off to the right about 40 yards out when I shot, dumping the bird at the edge of the cattails. I love it when a plan all comes together.

Three well aimed shots in a lot less time than it took to tell about them, left me with six fat mallards floating in the little pothole. I have never had a better opportunity nor shot better than I did that day.

My advice for new duck hunters is, let them get as close as possible, pick out a bird, and aim small. It works for a lot more than ducks too.

Light in the Darkness

 “But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons.”         Galatians 4:4-5

“When the fullness of the time was come – The time which God in his infinite wisdom counted best; in which all his counsels were filled up; the time which his Spirit, by the prophets, had specified; the time to which he intended the Mosaic institutions should extend, and beyond which they should be of no avail.” (Adam Clarke)

The time when the law would be fulfilled by the Second Adam, the Son of God, Himself, had come. In him all its designs and purpose would be fulfilled by His holy life and with his death the whole law might be abolished; the law dying when the Son of God expired upon the cross.

The promise made long ago in the Garden of Eden (Genesis 3:15), would begin its fulfillment. The one who would “crush the head” of the serpent was born of the Holy Spirit to a virgin woman who had found favor in the eyes of God.

She would bear a son without ever having intimately known a man. She would be blessed as no woman before or since, but with that blessing came the doubts and accusations of those who would never believe her story.

The fullness of time, referring to that time when our adoption as sons and daughters would be accomplished. It is an adoption we could no more accomplish on our own than can the natural child adopt him or herself into a family.

We could not obtain such adoption by keeping the law, for the law was given that we might understand our unworthiness and need for a savior. It is an adoption purchased by the sacrifice of Christ and our God-given trust in that sacrifice gives us a place in the heavenly family.

And now, because we are sons and daughters by faith we cry Abba, Father from thankful and joyous hearts! We are joint heirs with Jesus in all that is His.

How amazing is that to contemplate? How awesome is it that because of Him and Him alone, we stand to share in everything that belongs to the perfect Son of God? We are not servants, but sons and daughters of the Most High. What a celebration is ours this Advent Season!

Pastor David M. Grey

Mt. Pleasant United Methodist Church

Bodley Bulletins, by Julia Ludington

I hope that everyone had a wonderful holiday and had lots to eat.

Now that Thanksgiving is over, it is time to get into the Christmas spirit!

The annual Fulton Community Christmas Tree Lighting Ceremony will take place tomorrow at City Hall. Attendees should look forward to performances from school choruses and other fun events.

It is hard to believe, but the five-week period for this quarter ends next Friday. Make sure to check up on your grades and speak with your teachers if you have any questions.

We recently had a few celebrations rewarding those on honor roll, high honor roll, and those who are “VIPs.”

Students receiving an 84.5 average or higher received certificates for honor roll, and those who received an 89.5 or higher received certificates for high honor roll.

VIPs, students who have 95 percent attendance, who are on time to school 95 percent of the time, have no major referrals, and have no grades below a 70, were also rewarded. The students enjoyed a breakfast with juice, breakfast pizza, and doughnuts.

Congratulations to all of our students, it is well-deserved. If your goal is to receive honor roll or high honor roll but you just need a little more help, do not forget that National Honor Society tutors are available for every subject during GSH Tuesday through Thursday.

Have a great week and don’t forget to check the school website often for upcoming athletic and academic events.

Poetry Corner, by Jim Farfaglia

Landlady, by Jim Farfaglia


Just a hair under five feet tall,

her mug of coffee ever present,

she’d show up each day

to wash the dirty dishes

nine college boys had stacked high.


When I’d stop by with my rent

she’d invite me in to listen

as she played piano;

toe tapping the rhythm of her youth,

fingers waltzing through the years.


When we were sick,

she’d offer home remedies;

when we were short on cash,

she’d lend quarters for the laundry—

I can’t remember if I ever paid her back.


She was as devoted to us—

her boys, as we were known—

as she was to her husband,

her piano,

her dishes.


Oh, how she filled her life to the brim;

the first time I’d seen it done so well.


A Sportman’s World, by Leon Archer

By Leon Archer

My brother, Warren, was five years older than me.

He had his own older friends who weren’t interested in my hanging around with them, and in all honesty, I had no desire to hang around with him and his friends either.

There were only two exceptions to that mutually acceptable separation – hunting and fishing. I fished with Warren whenever he gave me the opportunity, but it wasn’t until I was nearly a teen that he went out of his way to take me with him.

Hunting was a little different story. When I was about 9 or 10, I got the chance to go with Warren and my father as they hunted together. I had to walk behind my father, but I didn’t care, and I did get to take my BB gun with me.

It was all so exciting for me, especially when they would shoot at a rabbit or partridge, or even a grey squirrel in the limbs high above us.

I got the job of carrying whatever they shot. It wasn’t child abuse, it was a labor of love. Warren became a pretty good shot during the two years that he apprenticed with my father, and once he was 16, dad let him go hunting on his own, confident that he would be fine.

My father was not a big time small game hunter; although, when the time arrived, he came out of retirement long enough to get me through my two years of being a junior hunter.

I was especially fortunate that none of Warren’s friends were all that interested in hunting, so when he started hunting on his own he often took me with him. My job was to jump on all the brush piles the farmers had made in the fields. Back then, just about every third pile of brush could be counted on to have a cottontail hiding in it.

I also took it upon myself to walk through big clumps of low juniper bushes which were fairly consistent rabbit holders as well. Warren knocked off a good percentage of the fleeing cottontails, so I often found myself carrying three or four rabbits by the time we headed for home.

My best memories are of the times that Warren would bring down a partridge. To my way of thinking, the Ruffed Grouse was (and still is) the premier game bird, even more so than the gaudy ring necked pheasant that I also love to hunt.

I had the greatest admiration for my brother’s shooting ability when it came to grouse. I was present many times when he quickly zeroed in on a rapidly disappearing bird with a load of sixes.

I can close my eyes and picture a spot that my brother and I never failed to check out for birds when we were hunting in the fields and woods in back of our house in Sandy Creek. The lots and the adjoining woods belonged to a dairy farmer, Mr. Allen, who had no objection to our hunting there as long as we didn’t disturb his herd of Guernsey cows, and we took full advantage of the opportunity.

The spot I am writing about was at the edge of the fields that comprised Mr. Allen’s pasture. On one side there was a stand of new poplar saplings that jutted out into the field.

Walking farther west after clearing the thicket of saplings (which itself often concealed grouse or wood cock) we would come to what is my favorite grouse spot of all time. There had been an apple orchard there countless years before, and a couple of long untended trees still managed to survive. They continued to bear well year after year, and the fruit was a magnet for every partridge living in the big woods beyond.

My brother took his share of unlucky grouse from that locale each year he hunted, and I followed suit in the years after he moved away. I have many memories of that tiny portion of my world, but the best is of the first time my brother shot a partridge there.

It had thundered out from underneath one of the apple trees as we approached, putting leaves and apples between himself and my brother. Warren had been tracking the bird even as he brought the gun up to his shoulder.

He shot quickly, directly through the leaves that pretty much obscured the bird, but instinctively targeting the spot where the bird should be.

A moment later, I could hear a putt, putt, putt sound. I did not know what it was then, but like most every other grouse hunter, I have learned it indicates a successful hunt.

It is the sound of wings still reflexively beating, in their diminishing futile attempt to carry the now dead bird to safety. Running underneath that apple tree, I found the bird about 30 feet beyond, while its wings still jerked spasmodically. In moments; however, all movement ceased as I clutched the limp, beautiful warm bird in my hands.

I admired the exquisite brown patterned feathers of its back, the black ruff around its collar, and the long, barred feathers of the tail fan. The breast feathers were darkly barred over a creamy white.

As I held that bird, exulting in the feat I had observed, and feeling  that somehow I was at least a small part of it, for some reason I was drawn to smell of its warm body. I can still smell it today.

It was the wild smell of the woods, the fallen leaves and the ripe apples, yet that poor description does not truly do it justice. Over the years I have shot many grouse, but I have never failed to bury my nose in the feathers of each and breathe in that day once more.

I would give a great deal to be able to hunt grouse just once more with my brother on a warm October day, and match skill and wits with those magnificent birds. Perhaps there will come a day.

Who knows? I for one have no problem with the American Indians’ description of Heaven as the Happy Hunting Grounds, but if it exists, it must contain Heavenly wild apple trees and celestial grouse.

In and Around Hannibal, by Rita Hooper

The first schoolhouse was built in the early 1800s in the south end of the district across a little brook on land owned by Mrs. Hozea Godfrey.

The second schoolhouse was built in 1859 near the present intersection of the 66 Road and Rochester Street.

In 1887, when Wesley Hendricks was trustee, it was decided to plant maple trees around the school. One of those who assisted in the planting was Alexander Morrell.  All the trees lived and provided cool shade for the playing students for many years thereafter.

Teachers who taught at Cain’s Corners for whom specific dates are unknown include:  Emma Pulcipher, Ada Wiltse, Aggie Phelps, Hattie Phelps, Carriew Blodgett, Rena Palmer, Nettie Sanders, Louise Kent, Emma Umstead, George Welling, Susie Byrne, Alvah Ketcham, Minnie Henthorn, Calista Osborn, Raymond Cooper, Ernest Cooper, Frank Marsh, Grace Atwater, Annabelle Wiltse and Clara Wiltsie.

Also: Etta Naracon, Frank Palmer, Bertha Clark, Georgia Thompson, Fred Cox, Alvah Palmer, Nellie Tilford, Nellie Fuller, Rosa Walker, Nellie Merrimen, Nina Barr, Libbie Kosboth, Estella Eldridge, Ella Doyle, Maggie McNamara, Nellie Shutts, Nellie Byrne, Clinton Tucker, Dora Gillis, and Cora Fry.

Other teachers for whom dates are known include: 1868-Sarah Powell, 1874 William Lund, 1875-Richard Smith, 1876 Elden Storms, 1877 Arthur Wiltse, 1892-3 Bert B. Collins, 1906 Maude Curtis, 1918-9Mrs. George Wiltsie, 1919-20 Grace B. Hawkins, 1920-22 Mrs. Fannie Perkins, 1922-24 Grace B. Hawkins, 1924-26 Mrs. Gertrude Kellogg, 1926-28 Grace B. Hawkins, 1928-30 Mrs. Madeline Adsitt, 1930-31Mrs. Frank Hewitt, 1931-2 Mrs. Earl Van Patten, 1932-3 Mrs. Lawrence Godfrey, 1933-4 Freida Wilke, 1934-41 Grace B. Hawkins, and 1941-49 Mrs. Mabler Robinson.

A lot of old Hannibal names in that list – mostly women and mostly for a year’s length of time.

Wonder why Grace B. Hawkins kept coming back!

The final closing exercises for the school were held in June 1949. The program featured an instrumental duet, Nancy Scott and Donald Wilde; recitations, Linda Scott and Jean Austin; vocal solo, Fred Austin; Reading ‘Si and I,’ Mrs. Mary Scott; solo, Mrs. Adelaide Lyons; solo, Gloria Sherman; accordion music, James Holsapple.

Everyone present spent an enjoyable evening and Mrs. Robinson received many good wishes for the future.

The schoolhouse was later sold and today has been converted into a private residence.

I can’t help wonder what information the ‘Mayor of Cain’s Corners would have to shed on this subject as I know his family forebears attended this school.


Former Hannibal Community Church organist, Able Searor, will be presenting an organ concert and carol singing at 3 p.m. at West Baptist Church, West Third and Mohawk, Oswego.  Able never fails to delight his audience.

Hannibal Senior Dining Center meets at noon for dinner at the Senior Center (Library Building) on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  Come early for coffee and news or to work on a jigsaw puzzle or  play games or just some idle chit-chat.  Give Rosemary a call and make your reservation, 564-5471.

This week’s menu is:

Monday — Reuben noodle casserole, vegetable, juice, pudding

Wednesday — Cook’s choice menu (call for details)

Friday — Turkey sloppy Joe, baked potato, peas and carrots, orange juice, peaches


Monday — Blood pressure clinic and presentation on arthritis by Oswego Health

Wednesday — Bingo after lunch

Friday — Christmas craft (lighted jar decoration)

Kenney Middle School is holding a BoxTops for Education contest. Two students who bring in the most BoxTops in one week win free ice cream from the cafeteria.

Anyone who brings in five or more BoxTops in one week is entered in a drawing for a large cheese pizza from the Village Market.

The contest runs through Dec. 16.  The student who brings in the most BoxTops for the contest will win a bowling party.  Anyone who brings in five or more BoxTops during the contest will be entered in drawings for several prizes.

Each BoxTops is worth 10 cents to the school. We have raised more than $600 for the school so far this year. All money earns benefit programs for the students.

We also have a new collection box at the Village Market for your convenience.

Hannibal United Methodist Church will have an afternoon of entertainment with the Tri-County Singers performing a Christmas Cantata at 2:00 PM on December 8,2013. They will perform “On This Shining Night”.  It is a “FREE” performance with donations accepted. Refreshments served after. Plan to come and enjoy this wonderful local singing group.

Also on Dec. 8, First United Church of Fulton, 33 S. Third (east side of the River) will hold an afternoon of music with the Hannibal Jammers beginning at 2 p.m.

The Village Market will host its annual Christmas Luncheon for Seniors at 11 a.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10.  This is free and no registration is needed. The high school music department will be providing music for your enjoyment.

The Hannibal Senior Band will present its Holiday Concert at 7:30 p.m. Tuesday, Dec. 10 in the Lockwood Auditorium. This concert will feature the jazz ensemble and the concert band presenting many familiar carols and winter songs. Audience members are asked to bring a donation for the Christmas Bureau.

Prior to the concert, band members will serve their annual complimentary lasagna holiday dinner for local senior citizens in the high school cafeteria beginning at 6:15 p.m. Community seniors wishing to attend should make a reservation by calling 564-7910 ext. 4132 before Dec. 9.

The Elderberry Christmas Dinner has been changed to noon Thursday, Dec. 12 at the American Legion.

The Elderberry luncheon will be catered by Brenda Fletcher. Call George Darling now and make your reservation today. Hope the change in date doesn’t inconvenience anyone too much.

I have it on good authority that Santa Claus is coming to Hannibal. From 6 to 8 p.m. Friday Dec. 13, he’ll be at the Hannibal Fire Department Firehouse on Oswego Street.

He’s keeping his eye out for all those good little boys and girls from birth to 10 years old and I understand from one of his elves that he’s put a few gifts in his bag. Kids of all ages are invited to share in refreshments.

Tis the season to be jolly…please e-mail me or give me a call if your organization has any special plans for the holiday season that you would like to invite your neighbors to.

Don’t you just love the outdoor lights coming on?

Rita Hooper