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Light In The Darkness: May 15, 2013

by Pastor David Grey

“Since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead.” — Romans 1:20

Though we cannot see God, his eternal power and glory are clearly evident in all those things He has made and the tremendous works that he does. His attributes are evident not only in the creation that we see, but in the power that holds that creation in working order.

It reveals who He is so clearly that we are told in Romans 1:20 that,  “Since the creation of the world, God’s invisible qualities — his eternal power and divine nature — have been clearly seen, being understood from what has been made, so that men are without excuse.”

The magnificent beauty of creation, the astounding diversity of living creatures and  the incredible magnitude of the cosmos all point so clearly to an intelligent, all-powerful, eternal creator that those who choose not to believe are left with no excuse for their unbelief. Even without a word spoken, God has revealed Himself to every man.

Yet even this magnificent creation with all its wonders is not His crowning achievement. For that, His only Son had to die. Nothing in all of creation has revealed the depth and breadth or quality of His character so much as the redemption of mankind through faith in Jesus Christ.

“Concerning this salvation, the prophets, who spoke of the grace that was to come to you, searched intently and with the greatest care, trying to find out the time and circumstances to which the Spirit of Christ in them was pointing when he predicted the sufferings of Christ and the glories that would follow. It was revealed to them that they were not serving themselves but you, when they spoke of the things that have now been told you by those who have preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven. Even angels long to look into these things.” — 1 Peter 1:10-12

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May Mystery

by Jim Farfaglia

May Mystery


Oh, lowly dandelion,

sneakiest of all weeds,

rising above the new-spring grass

to proclaim yourself a sun-god.


There’s no controlling you,

laying claim wherever you choose,

and sending your root so deep

it looks like you’re here to stay.


But wait!

Maybe you are something regal,

maybe you do command magical powers –

for, overnight, your golden sunburst


becomes a feathered snow-globe,

and, now, atop your throne you sit,

waiting for a noble breeze

to carry you into next May.

May is a busy month for scholarships

Bodley-RothrockKate_Wby Kate Rothrock

Just when everyone thought that summer was on the way, the weather these past few days has brought flashbacks from winter! Spring sport teams especially do not like it!

The GRB Spring Cleanup brought in tons of students and staff to help make it a success.

Students and staff raked, mulched, planted flowers and cleaned up all around GRB. Thank you to everyone who went, the school looks amazing!

Advanced Placement tests will continue this week. Good luck to everyone rounding out their AP tests. Many students can finally breathe a sigh of relief as most are over!

Thirty-five week progress reports will be mailed this Friday.

Senior Dinner Dance tickets will continue to be on sale until June 6. The sit down dinner will be at Wysocki’s June 14 from 6 to 11 p.m.

Seniors, don’t forget that May is a busy month for scholarships and many are due soon! All scholarships can be found in the guidance office. It is free money!

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Fulton 112 years ago

RoyHodge_WEBby Roy Hodge

It seemed like it was going to be a normal day for me on Monday.

I had my cereal dish and my juice glass out of the cupboard.  Then I proceeded to pour my Cheerios into my juice glass. I was ready to cover them with milk when I realized something wasn’t right.

I went back to bed.

*  *  *  *  *

Fulton was a bustling place with several busy retail businesses in 1901.

Take a look:

Ladies’ suits, silk coats and a lot of handsome new wallpaper (yes, wallpaper) at McNamara Bros., 17 W. First Street, Fulton.

“Gentleman’s Spring Bonnets” at Harry A. Allen, “The Model Clothier.”

Household furniture was available at F.E. Bache, 38 First Street.

Spring overcoats, neckwear and novelties were among the items being sold at Rosenbloom’s.

It was “The Very Spirit of Goodness” at A. Z. Wolever Groceries.

“Insurance in All Its Branches” was claimed by the Streeter and Platt Agency.

F. W. Lasher was the store for books, stationery, wallpaper (more wallpaper), pictures, frames, cameras and photo supplies.

W. J. Sharpe advertised that he was selling “Spring Brook Ice from Spafford’s Pond.”

Miller and Bogardus was the “Reliable Family Grocer.”

George Johnston was selling his “large stock of hardware.”

There was a large selection of shoes for ladies, children and infants at J. C. O’Brien, corner of First and Oneida Streets.

Carpets, oil cloths, and linoleums (no wallpaper?), black dress goods, muslin underwear, hosiery, mackintoshes, corsets and “Much More” at M. Katz and Co., Lewis House Block.

If it was a good stove that you needed you could go to A. J. Snow’s Hardware Store.

Shoppers could find meats, groceries, vegetables, and teas and coffees at the Columbia Market, 208 Oneida St.

“All Kinds of Insurance, Except Life,” was sold by W. J. Lovejoy in the Fulton Savings Bank Building.

“The Best Cigars in Fulton” could be purchased at W. J. Watson’s New Modern Drug Store.

M. F. Crahan offered paper hanging (he could help you with all that wallpapering), plumbing and painting.

The formal opening of “The Toggery,” stocked with the finest in gents, youth and boys’ furnishings, was announced by B. J. O’Grady, Elaborateur* and Outfitters, at 15 South Second Street. (*It seems that Mr. O’Grady may have fancied up his title of “Elaborator” a bit to “Elaborateur”, which seems to be a self-styled version of the word.  What he was apparently trying to tell us is that he had worked very hard and with great care to present everything in his store the best possible way he could.

Moving from elaborate to simply delicious and mouthwatering: “Fresh strawberries will soon be on hand,” was the message from R. B. Carhart, Grocer, First Street.

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Memories of Pop

JerryHoganKasperek_Wby Jerry Hogan Kasperek

Wanna go to the feed store, Jeddy? My grandfather — Pop — would ask me when he was about to go on his Saturday morning ritual of errands and rounds.

Jeddy was my grandfather’s nickname for me (my proper name is Geraldine) and the feed store was the Checkerboard, or maybe the GLF, depending on what he was looking for.

Sometimes it was feed for his chickens; Pop raised them from hatchlings. They were so cute when he brought them home in a big, square cardboard box with holes in it.

I’m not sure where they came from, perhaps from a farmer, maybe from the feed store, who knows, I don’t.

He’d put them in a brooder to keep them warm while they were still babies. The chicks were white, fluffy, and noisy little things, peeping their tiny heads off, and I’d stick my finger through the holes to see if they would peck at me.

Never did it occur to me or even bother me that once they were grown, plump and pretty, they would become food for our dinner table!

My grandfather also raised vegetables. He and my Dad plowed the garden in the spring,

Now with a garden about to be planted, Pop needed seed as well as feed so we could be as well fed as his chickens, and it was off to the feed store with little Jeddy along for the ride.

I remember the smell of the hay, feed and seed; they have their own special aroma!

Back then a lot of basic farm supplies came in bulk form, in barrels and pails and little seed packets and clothe sacks.

Do you remember the cotton flour sacks with pretty designs printed on them? They had a dual purpose: these receptacles for flour, once emptied and washed, could be made into wearing apparel for us women folk, especially little girls like me.

I never had a dress made out of them, though. But I recall seeing a pile of them, all clean and folded at my Aunt Florrie’s house — I can just see her now, running her hands over them, feeling their good quality, and I know they were favorite material for “broomstick” skirts which were so popular among teenagers way back when.

What am I leading up to, anyway? Well, when I mentioned the GLF a few columns ago, I got an e-mail about from former Fultonian Dick Gillespie, who said the GLF was often known as the Co-Op, and that his John Gillespie who lived on the Whitaker Road “was it’s manager throughout the 30s and up to the mid 40s, when he was struck by a car by the Post Office. He was gone in a few days.”

“The GLF at that time was located just south of the Sealright by the South Second Street railroad tracks,” Dick said. “I believe it was sometime about 1950 they moved to the West Broadway location. It was basically a feed store and farm supply outlet and shared the local farmers market with the Checkerboard Feed Store west of the lower bridge.”

Dick sent me some information from the internet — thanks, Dick — which I decided to look up myself and discovered that a gentleman by the name of Charles E. Page wrote in 2003 an account about his personal experiences from his childhood and raised a few chickens by himself.

Feed, he said, back then, was a two or three pennies a pound.

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Little Sandy Creek

Leon Archer
Leon Archer

by Leon Archer

Well, I know I’m back on track now. Sweet Thing and I returned from Seattle and it took a couple of days to get the time sorted out, but we are now getting to bed before midnight and rising before 9 a.m.

It has been pretty dry, so a couple days after our return I watered the back yard and picked up 150 night crawlers that evening. I knew it was supposed to rain later in the week, but I wasn’t taking any chances. It feels good to be ready when the time comes to fish.

I got out my lantern and filled it up, pumped it up, and fired it up. The mantles were in great shape and gave out a perfect glow.

I fitted my rods with bullhead rigs and waited a couple of days for cooler and hopefully wetter weather to get the bullheads in the mood.

Next weekend is the New York State Outdoor Writers’ Spring Safari and I will need a few worms for that as well.

I am going to take my grandson, Nathaniel with me to the gathering. He is excited about the prospect of going, because he will get a chance to go with me for turkeys one morning and fishing on the next.

I am not sure if we will be fishing for panfish or trout, but either one will suffice as long as the fish are willing. I am sure it will be fun for grampa, too.

Being in Seattle has slowed my turkey hunting down. I’ve only seen one hen so far, but I have a couple spots to check out, and maybe I’ll get lucky. I have done well some years at our spring safari, so it could be that it will pan out for Nathaniel and me next week.

No matter what, Nathaniel and I will have a great time hanging out with some of the best outdoor writers in the state.

The big steelheads have mostly gone back down to the lake to recover from their spawning run and start putting some weight back on.

Every once in a while in May a fisherman may catch one of the big trout that has lingered longer than usual in a stream, but they are few and far between.

I caught one several years ago from Little Sandy Creek when I was looking for a good brown trout. It was a spawned out female and she didn’t put up a fight worthy of her size.

I guessed her weight at about ten pounds. I am no fan of large steelhead for eating, so I released her and wished her well.

A few days later, there was a big rain storm, and I would expect she probably rode that freshet and made it back to the lake.

When I was a kid, Little Sandy Creek was not considered a trout stream by the state and that was why we could spear in it as I wrote in last week’s column.

The trout apparently never heard that Little Sandy was not a trout stream as there were plenty of them in residence in those days.

I never caught a rainbow over 20 inches or a brown trout over 22 inches out of that stream during the years I was growing up, but what it lacked in sizeable fish, it made up for in numbers.

I am pretty sure the biggest rainbows ran up out of the lake, because they sometimes had a lamprey scar on their side.

I also suspect that once those rainbows got over 20 inches they were killed in the lake by lamprey predation.

That was long before they started treating the streams to kill off the lamprey.

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Class Project

by Jim Farfaglia

Class Project


Two children walked hand in hand

to the art room, for a brush and brown paint,

giving this two-liter bottle a natural look.


One lucky student was selected,

under Teacher’s watchful eye,

to cut an oval in its side.


A chatty group shredded old homework pages

and mixed them with pencil shavings,

supplying it with a comfortable base.


Two friends wound colorful yarn

into the grooves of its bottleneck

and tied it twice.


And then one child,

just outside their window,

hung this bottle from an outstretched limb…


Come, sweet bird,

come make this your home,

and make this day –

for the children watching from their desks –

an A+ day.