Impressions of Skaneateles

:: 1802 ::

“People here appear to be very stupid.”

– From “A Missionary Journal: The Rev. Thomas Robbins in Skaneateles and Marcellus in 1802” from Local History Leaflet No. 14, published by the Onondaga Historical Association, July 1897

:: 1804 ::

“At five next morning we started (from the outlet of Owasco Lake); it had frozen, and the road was in many places deep and slippery. I insensibly got into a hard step of walking; Isaac kept groaning a rod or so behind, though I carried his gun… We set off again, and we stopped at the outlet of Skaneateles Lake, ate some pork-blubber and bread, and departed. At about two in the afternoon we passed Onondaga Hollow, and lodged in Manlius Square, a village of about thirty houses, that have risen like mushrooms in two or three years, having walked this day thirty-four miles.”

— Alexander Wilson in a letter to William Duncan, December 24, 1804, collected in The Poems and Literary Prose of Alexander Wilson, The American Ornithologist (1876), edited by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart

:: 1805 ::

“July 20. Rose at half past two o’clock, and proceeded to (Elnathan) Andrews’, at Skaneateles, to breakfast, sixteen miles; a good tavern. The country is still hilly, but very fertile. The soil is deep, — a mixture of loam and clay. The roads here must be very bad in wet weather. It rained last night for the first time since we commenced our journey; and the horses’ feet, in consequence thereof, slipped as if they were travelling on snow or ice…

“Skaneateles is a pleasant village, situated on the northern extremity, and at the outlet of, the lake of the same name. The lake is from one to two miles wide, and sixteen miles long from north to south. There is a view of the village of about six miles up the lake. The country which encompasses this lake is delightful. There are no marshes or swamps to be seen; but the land sloops gently towards the water, so that wheat is seen growing to its very edge. The soil is remarkably fertile, free from rocks, and agreeably diversified with gentle swells.

“The lake, moreover, abounds with fish of all kinds usually found in fresh water, and the outlet affords a most excellent seat for mills and other water-works. Here are already a grist and saw mill, a carding-machine, and to distil-houses, which are supplied with water from the lake, though many rods distant, by means of pumps wrought by water. The pumps discharge their water into perpendicular logs or pipes, from which it descends, and then runs along in an aqueduct till it reaches the distil-house, and then rises again.

“The dam which is thrown across the outlet raises the water over the whole surface of the lake. This is the reason there is no beach now to be seen on its borders, but the verdure meets the water. It is remarkable that this flowing should not overflow any lands adjacent to the lake, except a small tract at the southern or upper extremity of the lake; and the proprietor of the dam has purchased the right to flow that.”

— Timothy Bigelow in Journal of a Trip to Niagara Falls in the Year 1805 (1876)

:: Circa 1810 ::

“… when I had any spare time I used to go down to the lake, and fish and bathe in its limpid waters. It was indeed one of the clearest and most beautiful lakes which I have ever seen. The canoe seemed suspended in mid-air, and the fish could be seen at great depths.”

— Millard Fillmore (1800-1874), in “Millard Fillmore’s Youth: Narrative of His Early Years” (1871); Fillmore was the 13th President of the United States, serving from 1850 until 1853.

:: 1811 ::

“November 11, 1811. — The morning was cloudy and agreeable. I traveled to Skaneateles, seven miles, to breakfast. The road very muddy, and black loam and clay; face of the country uneven, but not hilly; the grounds pretty well cleared of timber, except the roots, which stood up all along the road, so many witnesses that this is a new country. I passed a number of wagons moving westward, and saw some travelers walking on foot eastward, one of whom told me he was from Grand River, on Lake Erie, and was going to Connecticut, which journey, six hundred miles, he expected to accomplish in twenty days.

“Skaneateles is a beautiful little place, situated at the outlet of the lake of the same name. It was laid out fifteen years ago, contains about sixty houses and three hundred and fifty inhabitants. The village lots are thirty by sixty feet, and are worth about two hundred dollars, and the outlots sell for about five hundred dollars an acre. There are four stores and two taverns; a Congregational church with a handsome spire, situated on the top of the hill; two schoolmasters, who teach at two dollars per quarter. The principal occupations are two carpenters, two masons, two blacksmiths, one watchmaker, two cabinetmakers, one tailor, one shoemaker, two coopers, one painter, one dyer, two doctors, four lawyers, one clergyman.

“There are falls in the river which issue from the lake, and the water turns two fulling-mills, a grist-mill, and a sawmill. A brick-yard and two distilleries are in the neighborhood. A great quantity of woolen cloth is manufactured here, and manufactories generally are interesting. The situation is healthy, and the view along the lake is beautiful.

“After breakfast I passed the outlet by a wooden bridge, immediately below which are the mills and the mill-dam. I observed a boy fishing, and saw several pretty trout lying upon the bridge. I inquired how long he had been catching them, and he said, ‘About five minutes.’ Just as he spoke, he pulled up a large salmon trout, and I stopped about five minutes, during which he caught three or four more. It was the finest fishing I ever saw, and the trout were beautiful.”

— From Travels in the United States of America, in the years 1806 to 1811 (1812) by John Melish, quoted in Skaneateles, History of Its Earliest Settlement and Reminiscences of Later Times (1902) by Edmund Norman Leslie

:: 1817 ::

“Thursday, Sept. 18. At Skeneatles. A little relieved by a good night’s rest, take laudanum frequently… The Inn (kept by Mr. Sherwood) and is no great thing, is within ten yards of the lake, a pretty view and was I well should certainly try to take a few trout and pickeral in which the lake abounds. Passed the morning in writing and at noon sent off a letter…

“Friday, Sept. 19. After a good night’s rest and feeling better for the cinnamon and laudanum I got at Dr. Colvin’s yesterday, got into the stage at 5 a.m. and proceeded over to Auburn.”

“Oct. 3. Reached Sherwood’s (Skeneateles) to dinner, beef as usual which appeared to be the constant diet of the western counties.”

– From “A Niagara Falls Tourist of 1817. Being the Journal of Captain Richard Langslow of the Honorable East India Service,” Buffalo Historical Society, 1896

:: 1819 ::

“Skeneateles. May 3. — This is a beautiful village, situated on the northern extremity of a lake of the same name. The land is fertile, highly cultivated, and presents a prospect truly romantick. The mansion house of Esq. ———– commands a full view of the lake, is decorated with every thing calculated to amuse a mind of refined taste; but it presents not a charm to him, who has beheld with an eye of faith the city of our God, the new Jerusalem. Unhappy must be the situation of that individual, who sees no other beauty, who seeks no other good than this world presents.”

Memoir of Rev. Levi Parsons: Late Missionary to Palestine (1824). Parsons, originally from Vermont, was the first American Christian missionary to the Holy Land. Before sailing in November of 1819, he toured the northeastern U.S., preaching and raising money for the trip. In early 1820, after stops in Malta, Greece and Turkey, he arrived in Jerusalem and spent three months handing out Bibles and scripture tracts. His health, however, was not equal to the rigors of his mission, and he died while seeking medical care in Egypt in 1822.

:: 1820 ::

“Soon after leaving Onondaga, we reached Skeneatles, one of the chain of small lakes, which you may observe on the map. It is about 15 miles long, and two broad; but its shores are tame and uninteresting.”

– From a letter of August 2, 1820, in Letters from North America, written during a Tour in the United States and Canada (1824) by Adam Hodgson

:: 1823 ::

“… the pleasant and flourishing village of Skeneateles. An unusual degree of interest was excited at the lake of the same name. As you approach this beautiful sheet of water extending over fifteen miles, of which only eight are visible, the shores present a number of little villas situated on their banks. The road proceeds, by an easy declivity, for a quarter of a mile, immediately before arriving at the lake, which crosses at the outlet. There is a peculiar charm spread over this spot, in consequence of the romantic appearance of the surrounding country, and the extent, which the mind so easily embraces, of the water scenery. As cultivation increases in the vicinity, it will probably, at least, rival most situations in America.”

– From A Summer Month; or, Recollections of a Visit to the Falls of Niagara, and the Lakes (1823)

:: 1824 ::

“In the morning, the stage was off between daylight and sunrise. The passengers, refreshed themselves, enjoyed a view of refreshed and invigorated nature, to which the rising sun soon began to impart light and life. The canal was attracting business and population; the stage had just begun to run over the Northern or New Turnpike, leaving the villages of Skaneateles, Marcellus, Onondaga, West Hill, Onondaga Hollow and Jamesville, on the line of the old turnpike, to a process of decay which has rendered them almost obsolete.


“I ought to have remarked that, at Auburn, passengers always dreaded an acquisition to their number in the person of Mr. Wood, who, weighing some four hundred pounds, and inconveniently broad across the shoulders and transom, made the coach every way uncomfortable.”

-– From The Autobiography of Thurlow Weed (1884), Chapter XIV, “1824”

:: 1825 ::

“Skeneateles, at the bottom of the lake of that name, is the most beautiful village I ever saw, in the taste and neatness of its buildings, and is in all respects worthy of attention.


“During the few minutes of our resting here, we strolled about, and I met a blacksmith near his shop, with whom I entered into conversation. In the course of it, he stated that he was born in Northampton, Mass., and has resided in the village of Skeneateles about twenty-three years; he was among the earliest settlers, and left home at the age of nineteen, with only nineteen shillings and sixpence in his pocket. His last fourpenny piece he spent about eight miles this side of Utica, and with some cold provisions, he travelled on to Skeneateles, and there planted himself. He pointed to a fine, nay, elegant house across the street, as his own; and on this side, four or five shops for different kinds of business, adding, that he had property enough, and felt independent. He pointed out the house of a tailor who had come to that village about the same time, and said that he was worth twelve or fifteen thousand dollars. He also pointed out the beautiful seat of Mr. Kellogg, who came here about the same time, with nothing more than he could carry in his saddlebags, and who now possessed a fortune of two hundred thousand dollars.

“He said that there were no poor persons in the village, and for a mile round it there was no person who was not a freeholder. In short, said he, an industrious man may get a good living here, and as to the lazy and idle, we contrive to get rid of them.”

– From “Journey to Niagara,” a letter of July 10, 1825, in Life and Letters of Joseph Story, Associate Justice of the Supreme Court of the United States (1851), William W. Story, ed.

:: 1826 ::

“Skeneateles, I regret not having seen, having arrived there after dark.”

Thomas McKenny

– From a letter written in Auburn, N.Y., on June 10, 1826, by Thomas L. McKenney, published in his Sketches of a Tour to the Lakes, of the Character and Customs of the Chippeway Indians, and Incidents Connected with the Treaty of Fond du Lac (1827)

:: 1829 ::

“Rose at 7, and looked out our window for the first time upon Skaneateles, the lake of which we had heard so much. It is indeed a beautiful sheet of water, extending up for the distance of sixteen miles, through a charming country, well cultivated and variegated by farm houses, woodlands, orchards, country seats, etc. The village is very pretty, and many houses in that, and at a distance on the borders of the lake, are built with taste and environed by shrubbery, as houses in the country always should be.

“But there was one grand mistake made in building this village, which has marred its beauty exceedingly. The main street was laid out so as to sweep round the margin of the lake, at its foot. On the northern side of the street and fronting on the lake, the houses of the citizens were erected; and one would have supposed even the Goths & Vandals would have had good taste enough to have preserved an open view to the lake, by having a smooth lawn of green-sward, planted with locusts and the willow, between the road and the lake.

“But contrary to every principle of taste or beauty, one of the churches and several blocks of stores and artisans’ workshops, have been erected upon the shore which in most cases entirely intercept the water-prospect! So that but for the privilege of taking now a sail, and now a mess of fish, the good people might as well have no lake at all. The stores should be burnt by the common hangman, and the church taken quietly down and reared in a more suitable place.”

— From New York to Niagara: Journal of a Tour, in Part by the Erie Canal, in the Year 1829 by Col. William Leete Stone

:: 1830 ::

“After passing the village of Marcellus, six miles further brought us to Skaneateles, a much larger and more interesting village, very pleasantly situated, just at the foot of Skaneteles Lake, along which you have a fine view for several miles. The lake is about fifteen miles in length and half to one and a half miles wide. In its vicinity are several genteel residences, as well as in the village. Also, a Friends’ Boarding School. The population of the place is estimated at three thousand.”

— From The Journal of a Tour in the State of New York in the Year 1830 (1831) by John Fowler, quoted in Skaneateles, History of Its Earliest Settlement and Reminiscences of Later Times (1902) by Edmund Norman Leslie

:: 1832 ::

“At sunset, we reached the beautiful little village of Skaneateles, situated at the head of a romantic lake, sixteen miles long and nearly two wide, of the same name. While delayed here for some time, to shift horses and for the mail to undergo another examination, the passengers stood on the margin of the lake admiring its clear and unruffled surface, save here and there where a slight ripple was caused by the slow movement of one or two small scullers as they changed their fishing berth for some spot which would appear more favourable for their diversion.

“Gardens and cultivated fields extended to the water’s edge and numerous neat white houses, scattered about upon the range of low hills, ornamented either bank. While gazing on its beauties, a thunder storm suddenly burst over us with a heavy squall of wind, and ere we could regain the coach the whole scene was changed. The lake was now perfectly black and its disturbed surface, with a small and troubled ripple occasioned by the violent gust, formed a strong and somewhat unpleasing contrast to its late placid and mild appearance.

“At half past eight, we arrived at the American hotel in Auburn, rejoiced that the fatigues of the day were over, having had scarcely 200 yards of level ground during the last twenty miles.”

– From A Subaltern’s Furlough, descriptive of scenes in various parts of the United States, Upper and Lower Canada, New Brunswick and Nova Scotia, during the summer and autumn of 1832 by E.T. Coke, Lieutenant of the 45th Regiment

:: 1833 ::

“Whether it was the interest I felt in the people whom we saw there communicated beauties to the scenery, or whether this is indeed an earthly paradise, I cannot exactly say; but indeed no spot which I have contemplated, since I left home, has seemed to me so beautiful as the country about Skeneateles Lake.


“The water of the lake looked purer, the foliage of the trees seemed more graceful, and the verdure of the fields more refreshing, than at any other place between that and our own delightful island on the Ohio. Although I was a little suspicious that imagination had, with her magic pencil, touched the landscape with more lively colours than did in reality exist, I find I am not alone in ranking that village among the first in the region, in point of beautiful and picturesque scenery. The shores of the lake are beautifully rounded, and present a luxuriant vegetation: the principal street of the village commands a full view of this calm and pure sheet of water…

“A few elegant mansions, surrounded with locust, weeping-willow, and elm-trees, added to the interest of the scene, by showing that the hand of taste and cultivation had been busy amid native beauty and elegance.

— From Caroline Westerley; or the Young Traveller from Ohio. Containing the Letters of a Young Lady of Seventeen, Written to Her Sister (1833) by Almira Hart Lincoln Phelps

:: 1837 ::

“From this place (Auburn, N.Y.) until within twenty miles of Albany, the country is a succession of high hills and deep valleys. Skeneateles, Marcellus, Cazenovia, and Cherry Valley are pleasant places, but the days must be quite short, for they cannot see the sun early or late.”


– From an 1837 letter written by the Rev. Reuben Gaylord, published in Life and Labors of Rev. Reuben Gaylord, Home Missionary for Iowa and Nebraska; and Superintendent for A.H.M.S. for Nebraska and Western Iowa by His Wife (1889)

:: 1838 ::

“Skaneateles is 6 miles farther. This village is beautifully located, and is, without doubt, ‘take it for all in all,’ one of the most pleasant and pretty places in the state. The population is from 1,800 to 2,000. There are here several manufactories and mills, besides many beautiful dwellings. Being located at the foot of the pretty little lake from which its name is derived, it enjoys a splendid view of the lake and its banks, which rise gently one hundred feet or more in the course of a mile from the water, presenting a beautiful and extended lawn, dotted here and there with pretty white farm houses. The lake abounds with trout and other fish, is 16 miles long, and varies from 1 to 2 miles in width. This lake, with its verdant banks and cultivated fields, its smiling orchards and neat-looking farmhouses, form a landscape which, for richness and beauty, is rarely met with. Petrifactions are found under the bluffs at the head of the lake.”

— From The Tourist, or Pocket Manual for Travellers: The Hudson River, the Western and Northern Canals and Railroads; the Stage Routes to Niagara Falls; and Down Lake Ontario and the St. Lawrence to Montreal and Quebec, Comprising also the Routes to Lebanon, Ballston and Saratoga Springs, with Many New and Interesting Details (1838)

:: 1841 ::

“Passed down and around the foot of the lake, and through the village of Skaneateles; the main street very broad; the dwelling homes and public buildings ornamented; variously formed, exhibiting a variety of taste; painted white; the ends of the buildings set to the street; ornamented with green shrubbery. We passed up on the other side of the lake. In my opinion, such a beautiful scene is seldom to be found; the smooth, clear lake, without any marshy ground, and the moderately elevated and fertile ascent from the water’s edge abounding with a variety of fruit trees and evergreens, with very splendid country seats, might delight a mind at liberty to muse and feast upon the glories of this world, that must soon fade away; but I did not feel at liberty to indulge therein…”

— “Memoranda of William Kennard” from July 1841, printed in The Friend: A Religious and Literary Journal (1893). Kennard was a Quaker from Ohio who was “set at liberty” to visit Society of Friends meetings in New York in 1841.

:: 1843 ::

“Here we are, wife, baby, nurse, and all, spending a few days very delightfully at brother Patterson’s villa, on the marge of this enchanting lake… The baby, whose teeth have been troubling her considerably, seems much improved by the change of air; and that, together with the beautiful scenery, and, more than all, the kind and gentle attentions of our endeared friends here, is working much, I trust, for my wife’s benefit.

Rev. Croswell

“For myself, who am wonderfully well, thank God, it is a most luxurious enjoyment to be here. To a poetical temperament, the scenery of the lake is most captivating; and the opposite and distant shore, under the magical and varying aspects which every change in the atmosphere and play of the light is constantly producing, seems to belong to some unearthly and supernatural region.”

– From a letter written in Skaneateles, July 8, 1843, collected in A Memoir of the Late Rev. William Croswell, D.D., Rector of the Church of the Advent, Boston, Massachusetts (1854)

:: 1846 ::

“The village of Skaneateles is built around the foot of the lake which bears the same name, and seen from many points, presents a beautiful and picturesque appearance. It is well ornamented with shrubbery, and shaded with foliage, and the country around is beautifully varied. The lake, however, is its chief attraction; it is so pure, and sweeps so gracefully through that fertile country, and among those green hills. We need not say we left this enchanting place with regret.”

— The Rev. A.C.L. Arnold, from The Golden Rule, September 12, 1846

:: 1849 ::

“The village of Skaneateles is one of the most lovely and picturesque in western New-York. From this village the eye measures about half the distance of the lake to the south, a mile and a half in width. On the shores are no bogs or marshes to disfigure the prospect; the rich velvet like green of the gradually sloping banks of the lake, seem to be resting on the water’s brink. Villas and lawns give a charm which distance lends to the view. The woodlands, clothed in the richest green, rock and rustle their foliage in the wind, and the golden grain of the cultivated fields waves in the breeze. The herds and flocks graze in slothful competency over the luxuriant pastures, and the light bark glides gracefully over the sweet bosom of the water.

“The hum of prosperous business is heard amid the rattling of the rail road cars, the clinking of hammers, the rumbling of machinery and the rushing of water falls, and the happy faces and the happy homes of the citizens, invite the settlement of many more among them. The society, the schools, the scenery and the prospects of business, are all wholesome and flourishing, and it may be said, without fear of contradiction, that few if any villages present so many great and desirable advantages.”

Onondaga; or Reminiscences of Earlier and Later Times (1849) by Joshua V. H. Clark, A.M.

:: 1851 ::

“I speak not to those who pass the wonderful works of God with unobservant eyes, but I talk to those who find sermons and good in every thing. To such I would say, ‘Surely you were charmed with the Skaneatles, and the region round about Cayuga?’ There the country is healthy to live in, and lovely to see.”

– From The Literary Remains of Willis Gaylord Clark, including The Ollapodiana Papers (1851), edited by Lewis Gaylord Clark

:: 1853 ::

“We have ascended the last hill, and there, at our feet, a beautiful village peeps out from among the trees, while far away towards the south stretch the waters of the lake, surrounded by hills, and mirroring their graceful outlines from its placid bosom.

“And there, when we are comfortably housed, and sit under the broad, overarching canopy of trees, and breathe in the delicious air that comes upon us, freighted with health, and look out upon that lake lying at our feet, and melting away in the distance, amid richly cultivated farms and bold headlands, we are abundantly rewarded…

“But the whole is not yet seen. Behind the principal storehouses of the village lies a little fairy steamer, under the command of Captain Mason, a retired sea captain, whose face is a letter of introduction that will pass anywhere. A sail of eighteen miles brings us to Glen Haven, at the head of the lake. Nothing can surely be more beautiful than the scenery through which we pass. Gradually the richly-cultivated fields change into deep forests, miniature palisades, bold headlands, romantic dells, and lofty hills that stand like watchful sentinels to guard the repose of Nature in her wild retreats. Here and there the rude hut of a fisherman is seen looking out from some forest opening, and his boat is quietly moving upon the placid waters, from which he secures his means of support.”

– From “Skeneateles and Glen Haven,” a letter by “De Rocheville” to the New York Times, August 22, 1853

:: 1868 ::

“Skaneateles is indeed one of the loveliest spots in the world.”

— “What Mrs. Elizabeth Cady Stanton Thinks of Skaneateles,”  Skaneateles Democrat,  September 10, 1868

:: 1876 ::

“Skaneateles Lake is a beautiful body of water some sixteen miles in length, narrow and deep, clear and pure, situated in Onondaga county, New York, southwest of Syracuse some eighteen miles, and is resorted to, during the heat of summer, by the rich, the gay and the sick, from every part of the Union. The sloping shores are noted for their American rural character and pleasant scenery, and in the future must become the ‘Como’ or ‘Windermere’ of America. The country is well improved around it, and on its banks are many fine mansions, and its waters are used for mechanical purposes.

“Skaneateles is a flourishing little town of some fifteen hundred inhabitants, situated at the foot of the lake, and known, far and wide, for its conservative element.”

– From The Truths of Spiritualism: Immortality Proved Beyond a Doubt by Living Witnesses (1876) by E.V. Wilson, The Seer

:: 1876 ::

“When the gnawings of hunger had been appeased I gave myself up to the agreeable quiet of Sunday afternoon. There was ample encouragement for such a course in this cosy little retreat at the head of Lake Skaneateles, for there was not a sound from store or mill while the people were taking their Sabbath rest. This brief halt in the march forward was very agreeable, for it gave me an opportunity to try my own powers of locomotion, so little used since leaving Boston. It was a real luxury to stroll about the quiet lanes, and scan the outlying fields from the standpoint of a modest pedestrian. In the course of my rambles I came across some photographers from Auburn who had been taking views of the scenery about here. Some of their pictures were excellent.”

– Captain Willard R. Glazier in Ocean to Ocean on Horseback: The Story of a Tour in the Saddle from the Atlantic to the Pacific (1899)

:: 1895 ::

“The Packwood. Skaneateles, N.Y. Edward A. Andrews, manager. Opens about June 1, closes in October or later. Accommodates 75 persons. Board, $2 per day; $10 to $12 per week…

“To a person looking for a quiet, healthful Summer home there is no more delightful spot in which to locate, the management claims, than the Packwood, situated in the village of Skaneateles, on the shores of Skaneateles Lake, a beautiful sheet of water. The efforts which Syracuse people have made to obtain from this lake their water supply convinces one of its extreme purity. The altitude is so great that the air is perfect. Cool nights and no mosquitoes are counted among the charms of the place. The proprietor of the hotel, Edward A. Andrews, is a veteran hotel keeper, who thoroughly understands the management of his house for the greatest pleasure of his guests.”

New York Times, Summer Resort Supplement, May 26, 1895

:: 1900 ::

“To the northwest of Otisco is Skaneateles Lake—the ‘Long Water’—the most picturesque of all, set among most imposing hills, which, notwithstanding the lake is elevated eight hundred and sixty feet, still rise twelve hundred feet above its surface, giving the waters the deeply blue tinge of an Italian scene. This lovely lake is sixteen miles long, and in no place more than a mile and a half wide, its outlet having a fine cataract.”

— Joel Cook in America, Picturesque & Descriptive (1900)

:: 1929 ::

“Skaneateles, proudly overlooking the lake of the same name, is a village of wealth, beauty and rare charm. It has the unusual distinction of having more superior eating houses than any other village of its size in the country. In a single day at the peak of the season, as many outsiders dine in Skaneateles as there are residents of the town. An average of 300 long distance telephone calls a day come into the village, for dinner reservations.

“Here the famous eating place, known on two continents as Krebs, has been catering to persons from every state for thirty years. Kan-Ya-To Inn, overlooking the lake, is another of the superior eating places whose cuisine is not excelled in all the Finger Lakes Region.”

– Harry Roberts Melone in One Hundred and Fifty Years of Progress (1929)

:: 1930 ::

“Snug beneath its wooded hills, its waters amethyst under the summer sun, turbulent in the sweep of a gale, or subdued by the bitter bite of winter, Skaneateles lake lives on, harboring its secrets of the history that have transpired around it, of the men who have come and gone, of the change wrought by time.”

– From “Skaneateles Lake Discovered as Vacation Place in 1880″ by William L. Broad in The Syracuse Post-Standard, July 20, 1930


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