The Post Office

Post Office

L. to R.: Henry T. Tucker (Postmaster 1910-1914), Lester Harse, John Simmons, Earl Kelley, Walter Cavell

About this photo, Ken Wooster wrote: “This interior view of the post office is during the period after July 1, 1902, the date on which the move was made to East Genesee Street, in the Shear Block, where it remained until 1962… Walter Cavell (far right) is tending a customer at the service window.” The address today is 5 E. Genesee Street, and the space is the home of S.J. Moore Jewelers. Below, a second photo of the interior:

Post Office copy

L. to R.: John Simmons, William H. Hennessey (Postmaster 1914-1923), Walter Cavell, Clarence Simmons, Earl Kelly, Frank Stearns, Lester Harse

And below, a fuzzy photo of the storefront with bunting:

Post Office from Street

School Photos, circa 1926

Grade One

Grade One, teacher Anna Dix

Grade Two

Grade Two, teacher Florence Salisbury Payne

Grade Three

Grade Three, teacher Margaret Witherhead

Grade Four

Grade Four, teacher Alzina Clapp Loveless

Grade Five

Grade Five, with teacher Mrs. Irving Smith absent from photo

Grade Six

Grade Six, teacher Mazie Harrington Burke

These may have been taken in 1926; if anyone can date them accurately, let me know.


The Man from U.N.C.L.E.

Vaughn 1

On July 11, 1994, actor Robert Vaughn visited the Sherwood Inn. Many remember him as Napoleon Solo in The Man from U.N.C.L.E. television series, and earlier as Lee in The Magnificent Seven, but I think his best performance was as Walter Chalmers in Bullitt.

Steve and Robert

Steve McQueen and Robert Vaughn in San Francisco

Vaughn 2

Don Stinson and Robert Vaughn in Skaneateles

Events of Childhood

West Lake from the West

In Red Indian Experiences, DeCost Smith wrote about Onondaga Indians coming to his boyhood home on what is now West Lake Street. (The Smith home is in the center of the photo above, taken circa 1850, seen across the fields from the west.)

“…in the late eighteen-sixties, I saw my first Indians, Old Cynthia and Dji-ga-na-yo’-za, Onondaga women from the Castle, eighteen miles away, who came to the kitchen door in those fine days of autumn or early spring to sell their fancy baskets, beaded wall pockets, and pincushions; coarse beads coarsely worked over paper designs on black velvet, but to me, in those days, very Indian. It was one of those exciting events of childhood which left an impression more vivid with me than the periodic visit of the tin peddler, or the rarer organ grinder and his monkey–Cynthia with her cherubic face and gray hair, Dji-ga-na-yo’-za, younger, with her large pack basket and its burden strap, the leggings of both women showing below their calico skirts.

“Once, when I was too young to remember, the younger woman had brought her small infant swaddled in its wrappings on a papoose board, with the thin, flat bow of hickory from which hung a silk handkerchief to shield the baby’s eyes from the sun. Next year she came without the baby, and when my father asked, ‘Where is the papoose?’ he received the laconic, but tearful answer, ‘Pig eat ’em.’ It seems that on one of her basket-peddling expeditions the mother had gone into a farmhouse near Oneida, leaving the baby on its board leaning against a tree, where some pigs found it and tore it to pieces.”

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“The Castle” was the name for the Onondaga Reservation during DeCost Smith’s youth; it is today the present site of Nedrow.