by Rob Tetro The Fulton varsity softball team scored three late inning runs against Chittenango to ensure victory last Thursday. With the game tied at 3-3 going into the sixth inning, The Lady Raiders outscored Chittenango by two runs during the game’s final two innings en route to a 6-4 win. Chittenango scored first and(…)
by Leon Archer It is hard to get interested in doing just about anything outdoors lately. The cold and the rain are not something I want to brave after coming back from the daily hot Florida weather. I did manage to get 100 night crawlers before the weather turned nasty, but I haven’t sacrificed a(…)
by Jerry Kasperek Mom stood up for me when I married Ed eleven years ago. As always, she was beautiful that day. She wore white slacks and her favorite red blazer. It suited her perfectly; she was a “red” kind of lady – feisty and colorful. My mother’s name was Helen VanDeWater. She passed away(…)
by Nicole Reitz “It’s our community…and it’s personal,” was the message uttered throughout the United Way of Greater Oswego County’s annual Kick-Off Breakfast held Wednesday. The event, sponsored by Burritt Motors, CENG, Entergy and Planned Results, was held at the American Foundry in Oswego. Executive Director Melanie Trexler gave the opening remarks and was joined(…)
Edmund R. “Eddie O” Okoniewski died Aug. 31, 2012 at the age of 87. He was a veteran. He was predeceased by his wife, Helen S. (Gadawski) Okoniewski. Surviving are daughters, Lisa (Herman Parker) Okoniewski and Karen Okoniewski; grandchild, Suzanne Parker; sister-in-law Arlene Okoniewski; and nieces and nephews. He was also predeceased by two sisters(…)
Judy E. Trepasso, 68, of Fulton, died Saturday, Sept. 1, 2012 at Oswego Hospital after a short illness. She was born in West Point to the late Carl and Doris (Ripley) Mealus. Mrs. Trepasso has been a resident of Fulton for 47 years. She retired from the Fulton Consolidated School System as a school monitor(…)
by Jim Farfaglia 33 1/3 Today’s digital music holds nothing compared to how I once held those timeless vinyl discs, each with a tiny hole that fit them so neatly atop my turntable where they slowly ran in circles and where I gently set upon them a diamond needle and listened as my(…)
