The Competition for Our Snowiest Winter

When I was writing my book about the Blizzard of ’66, I interviewed over two hundred people who either fondly or regrettably remembered the storm. Many of them agreed with me that for Central New York I was writing about the storm of the century. But there were a few people who told me flat out I was wrong; the 1958 snowstorm was the big one. I made a note to find out more about that storm and I’ve finally gotten around to it.

The December 1958 “big snow” in the Fulton/Oswego area was certainly not a blizzard, which the National Weather Service (NWS) defines as “a major weather event that features cold temperatures, sustained winds of 35 miles per hour or greater, and falling or blowing snow.” A severe blizzard raises the fear factor, with its winds “over 45 mph, snowfall producing near-zero visibility and temperatures plunging to 10°F or lower.”

 

Without a doubt, the ’66 blizzard was severe. There were reports of 60+ mph winds, frigid temperatures and, of course, upwards to 100 inches of snow. To find out why some people would consider 1958 worse, I logged onto the NWS’s handy historical log of weather. I checked the 1958 reports for both Fulton and Oswego and found out that during a few days in early December both cities did get a bundle of snow. Here are a few statistics:

 

The snow began falling on Saturday, December 6, with Fulton reporting four inches of snow and Oswego 3.6. Small stuff. But over the next five days things got worse and the numbers added up. Not ’66 snowstorm totals, but significant amounts: The NWS observer for Oswego reported 40 inches on December 8 and had a five-day total of 66 inches. Fulton’s National Weather Service observer recorded a total of 39 inches spread over five days.

 

Though those numbers were significant, in my mind they weren’t enough to make 1958 a memorable winter. But I’ve learned that when writing about our region’s snowy history, recorded numbers don’t always tell the full story. For example, with the 1958 statistics, both cities’ observers put a note next to their daily numbers, with Oswego simply stating, “It snowed,” and Fulton admitting to filing a “Late report.” Those phrases are “meteorology slang” for weather conditions so bad that observers had trouble getting into the station to properly measure snow.

 

December 1958 temperatures certainly felt blizzard-like, with numbers never rising above freezing through the entire storm; most days the thermometer was stuck between 10 and 20 degrees. But it was the third characteristic of a blizzard, significant wind, that proved 1958 didn’t qualify as one. Neither the weather observers nor Oswego’s Palladium-Times mentioned any problems associated with wind. No, 1958 wasn’t a blizzard, but reports in The Pal-Times helped me see why some people might have considered it one.

 

Newspaper stories show the brunt of this storm centering in the Oswego, Fulton and Mexico area. In fact, a few of our county’s other towns, such as Pulaski, reported sunshine on the snowiest days of the storm. That’s another good indication that the ’58 storm was not a blizzard but a more common lake-effect storm, which can bury one area and barely snow a few miles down the road.

 

There’s another way to gauge how bad a storm is and that’s by hearing from people who lived through it. Local newspapers did their job by reporting what people endured: The mayor of Oswego was only able to get out and survey his city in a sled pulled by Alaskan huskies. Children in Fulton and Oswego had no school for the entire week, which rivals the ’66 blizzard for kids’ unplanned vacation days. Even the Oswego State Teachers College, which we now know as SUNY Oswego, closed for a few days.

 

A woman who grew up outside Mexico told me the ’58 snowfall was so big that her younger brother didn’t enjoy the winter weather. “And he never got tired of playing in snow,” she explained. “At one point the snow was up to my knees. The next thing I knew, it was over my head. Long after the storm passed, my dog loved to climb from the tallest snowbank up to the roof of our barn to watch the school bus come by.”

 

One of the big stories in The Palladium-Times was how heavy snow collapsed a barn roof in the Mexico area. Fifty head of cattle were trapped and the farm owner was understandably worried. Thankfully, he didn’t lose one cow buried in that avalanche of snow and rooftop debris, but it did take the sheriff and volunteers to rescue them.

 

Retail stores were concerned how the storm would affect holiday shoppers. With Christmas Day a little over two weeks away, store managers were concerned. They figured they’d lost between 30 and 80 percent of their usual holiday business during the storm and its aftermath. People would have to do a quick dig out to get those gifts bought and wrapped by holiday time.

 

Lou Woods was sixteen in 1958 and working at a bowling alley in Oswego when the snow started getting heavy. “I had a lot of trouble walking home. There was so much snow people started getting worried that their roofs would crash in. I ended up making more money than I would have at the bowling alley by shoveling roofs, including the one at the high school.”

In 1958, Oswego’s NWS observer was Elmer Loveridge and he had been keeping weather records for 34 years when the December storm hit. Through his work in meteorology, Elmer had travelled around the world, witnessing hurricanes and tropical storms, and he’d racked up 14 years of tracking Oswego weather. After the 1958 storm was properly logged in his record book, he stated that he’d never seen anything like it. My guess is that eight years later, when the Blizzard of ’66 came barreling through, Mr. Loveridge would change his mind.

 

 

Photo: A 1958 Life magazine photo taken in the city of Oswego after Central New York was hit with an early December snowstorm.

Photo: A 1958 Life magazine photo taken in the city of Oswego after Central New York was hit with an early December snowstorm.

The Holidays Were Really Special at Woolworth's

Christmastime is so rich with memories. It seems to get truer with each passing year. Family traditions, TV shows that capture the joy of the season, and a winter sky’s promise of a December snowfall add to the nostalgia. One of my favorite Christmas pasts was found in downtown Fulton.

For years, my family’s holiday shopping tradition took place on Christmas Eve, when Dad loaded us kids in the old Ford. (There were four kids in our family and that meant at least one of us was going to be denied a window seat.) While Mom stayed back at home to finish up last minute decorating, wrapping and cooking, Dad was in charge of our shopping and he knew just where to take us.

Back when I grew up, in the 1960s, going to Woolworth’s was a lot like today’s children going to the Destiny Mall. We lived on Chase Road, a couple miles outside Fulton’s city limits, and going to its downtown was a big deal. Dad would park the car on Cayuga Street, as close to the main doors of Woolworth’s as he could. Looking out our car windows, I saw the whole street decorated for the holidays.

Music was playing outside on what was known as The Dizzy Block and I first heard many of my favorite Christmas songs standing on the street as we prepared to start shopping. “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree,” “Frosty, the Snowman,” “I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus,” and some guy named Bing Crosby crooning “White Christmas” were all first heard on those shopping trips.

After enjoying a carol or two, it was time to get down to business. Before we walked through the double doors of Woolworth’s, Dad handed each of us a ten dollar bill. For a moment, I felt so rich, but that didn’t last long. I had to make that ten dollars cover presents for our family and grandparents. Finally, I had a reason to be glad I paid attention during math class.

There was no reason to worry about Dad’s allotment of ten dollars covering my many purchases. Woolworth’s was a “You can find anything” store, each aisle like its own department. Wooden bins were lined up in long rows, each one featuring a different item: clothes, school essentials, arts & crafts supplies, sporting goods, and so on. They even had a pet department with aquariums full of exotic fish. When I got a little tired of shopping, I’d stare into those aquariums for hours, watching the tropical fish and imagining myself on a Pacific island.

Woolworth’s also had its own little restaurant. Well, it was actually a lunch counter, but to a kid it sure felt like a full-service dining establishment. I loved hopping onto one of their swivel seats at the counter and watching the cook grill hamburgers and hotdogs right in front of me. The waitress even made our sodas from scratch: she filled a tall glass with ice, added a squirt of special Coca Cola syrup and topped it off with bubbly water. It was magic!

If Dad was in a good mood – and he always was at Christmas – he’d buy us lunch, and if things were extra special, he’d let us top it off with a banana split. Dad might even have been able to save some money if it was his lucky day. If memory serves me right, banana splits cost 59 cents back in the 1960s, but Woolworth’s often had a contest going where you could significantly lower that price. Rising above the lunch counter was a bouquet of helium-filled balloons. If you ordered a banana split, you’d choose a balloon, pop it, and if there was a penny inside, you got the yummy dessert for just one cent.

Once lunch was over, each of us grabbed a shopping basket and spread out. There was no reason to worry that a brother or sister might spy on me as I shopped for them. The store was big enough that we could avoid each other, and if I ran into a sibling, I could dodge down another aisle and keep my secret gifts a secret.

I learned a lot about how to choose a present at Woolworth’s. The store had nifty reminders of which part of the store featured “Dad gifts” and which were better for Mom. A display of brightly-colored neckties gave me the idea  that Dad would love a new tie since he wore one to work every day. For Mom, I headed to the kitchen department, where a newfangled cooking gadget might make meal prep a little easier.

When it was time to concentrate on my siblings, I finally let myself head to the toy department. I’d avoided it as long as I could, knowing how easy it was for all those fun games to distract me. Shopping was serious business, after all. In my youngest years, Santa Claus, who was waiting to hear a child’s Christmas list, added to the excitement. Even after I finally outgrew his secret, just seeing him sitting in a corner of Woolworth’s really made my spirits bright.

Greeting cards were near Santa and I always made sure to use some of my ten dollars to buy one for Mom. She was the sentimental one in the family – I think I inherited that from her – and I knew that just the right Christmas message was as important to her as any gift I might find. After she passed away, packed among Mom’s most prized possessions were some of those Christmas cards purchased at Woolworth’s.

Today, I start my Christmas shopping in the weeks before the big holiday. I know which stores will have just the right present on my list and I can even shop while sitting at my computer. But once those famous Christmas songs start showing up on the radio, if I close my eyes and sing along, I feel like I’m still standing on a snowy Cayuga Street, ready to walk the aisles of Woolworth’s, determined to turn ten dollars into a Merry Christmas.

Woolworth's, in downtown Fulton, offered many rich Christmas memories.

Woolworth's, in downtown Fulton, offered many rich Christmas memories.

Aiming High With Knee-Hi

Aiming High With Knee-Hi

 

Knee-Hi Basketball is back for another season in Fulton. My grandson is playing again and I’m looking forward to watching a few of his games. First, I’ll need to find a parking spot at the War Memorial, where Knee-Hi takes place, and that’s always a challenge. Every Saturday from December through March, there are games going from 8 am until 8 pm. Knee Hi Director, Sean Broderick, told me that about 450 kids are signed up for this season and with two games being played concurrently, that’s a lot of moms, dads, aunts, uncles and grandparents filling the bleachers.

I’ve known about Knee-Hi since my son was on a team twenty years ago, but its history goes back even further. Thousands of kids have been involved and some of them become a coach when their children were old enough to participate. Every coach that participates in the program – and Sean expects about 60 this year – are volunteers. Last year was my grandson’s first year and his coach, Mikayla Kemp, told me that she’s been involved with Knee-Hi since she was a youngster:

"Fulton Knee-Hi Basketball has been a vital part of my life for the past 20 years. I started playing in kindergarten and what began as a fun way to socialize and follow in my older brother's footsteps turned into a love for the game and an opportunity to learn some very valuable life lessons.”

Mikayla reflected on those lessons: “Knee High has always centered on inclusiveness and fun, offering the youth of Fulton the amazing opportunity to be active in a sport they enjoy without the fear of being rejected or feeling unwelcome. This is a large part of the reason I've decided to stay involved with the program as an adult, coaching my son with the intent to progress with him as he ages. I can only hope to be a coach that offers as much fun, excitement, and commitment to the program as my father did while coaching me as a child.”

Hundreds of Fulton parents have been Knee-Hi coaches and many who participated in the past will tell you that the success of the program is largely due to Jerry Schremp, the program’s coordinator for decades. I got to learn about Jerry’s love of basketball and how he’s shared it with our young people when he agreed to tell his story for The Fulton Library’s Memoir Project. Here’s how Jerry remembered getting started with Fulton sports:

“I was the ball boy for Carm Vescio’s All Stars, a semipro basketball team, when I was in fifth grade. When I got a little older, I played for Holy Family in the Catholic basketball league. Nunzi Fichera coached basketball for Holy Family School and we would practice at the War Memorial. I have a lot of great memories of Nunzi.”

Jerry never forgot the way Nunzi helped him and other kids. When he was in high school, Jerry became a playground director for the city’s summer parks program, and he developed fun things for the kids to do, including plenty of sports. Then, through his own children, Jerry got involved with Knee-Hi:

“Knee-Hi started as a Fulton youth program, with the city funding it with $600 a year from New York State. Tony Iamaio ran it for 3rd through 6th grade boys and they meet twice a week over at the War Memorial to go through some drills. On Saturdays, he would create teams and they’d play against each other. Terry Acome also helped and he was able to double the number of kids who participated.

“When my son was in kindergarten, I got him into Knee-Hi. After about a year, Terry said he wasn’t going to be able to run the program any longer and was looking for someone to put more time in. I raised my hand, and the next thing I knew, I was the volunteer director. It was kind of neat to come back and run the Knee-Hi program at the War Memorial, after spending so much time there as a kid.”

Jerry ended up giving his heart and soul to that program. As Sean told me, the Knee-Hi program is really special for the city of Fulton. “First, the city lets us use the War Memorial, which is a tremendous facility to coordinate such a large program. Second, we have the best volunteers, who believe in the goals of Knee-Hi: treating everyone on the team fairly and being a good role model for how to act on and off the court.”

Sean gives a lot of the credit for the program’s success to Jerry Schremp. “Before Jerry took it over, Knee-Hi was for boys only. He started bringing in girls to play and also reaching out beyond the city limits to bring in youth from other towns. My son had the chance to interact with his peers from other schools in Fulton and from other school districts, and some have remained his friends over the years.”

Sean and I ran some numbers and determined that in the many years Jerry ran Knee-Hi basketball he was a positive influence on over 6,000 kids. Having watched my own son go through the program and now my grandson, I can attest that not only were all those children learning the fundamentals of a sport, but also guidelines for a good life: cooperation, working hard, taking a chance on life and cheering for one other, no matter who is winning. A lot of  Fultonians are lucky to have learned those lessons because of people like Jerry Schremp.

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Jerry Schremp, on the court refereeing, one of the many ways he contributed to Fulton's Knee-Hi Basketball Program for decades.