Fulton Kids Learning About Fulton History

In my last column, I mentioned a book I recently read by June R. Holden. Fulton, NY (A Narrative History) is an informative overview of our city’s early years. When the Fulton Historical Society published the book, in 2001, they credited a school curriculum as its inspiration. The curriculum, the Society noted, was written by Roxanne Alnutt Stuart.

I know Roxanne from my work with the Fulton Library’s Memoir Project. She’s contributed several essays about her Fulton memories, so I was aware of her knowledge of our city’s history. But I had no idea she’d written a school curriculum based on our proud past. I contacted Roxanne to learn more.

“I wrote the curriculum guide in the 1984-85 school year, when I was home after my Multiple Sclerosis diagnosis,” Roxanne explained. “New York State was mandating that school districts teach local history in grade four, and at the time there was no material except for Grace Lynch’s pamphlet on Fulton. I was getting ready to retire and wanted to do something to help fourth grade teachers, so I wrote a curriculum that was easy to understand and contained projects for children.”

Roxanne shared a copy of the curriculum with me. She’d organized it into units that covered different aspects of our history. Following each unit, Roxanne provided questions that put our history into concepts children could identify with. For example, here’s a question from her Native American unit: “Name at least ten places in our area that have been given Indian names.”

I challenged myself with that question, trying to come up with the streets, buildings and bodies of water that honor those who lived here before us. I came up with Seneca, Cayuga and Oneida streets, all with local tribe names; our neighboring Onondaga County; and the not-too-distant Mohawk River. And who could forget our lake, Neatahwanta?

Roxanne also included a unit on Immigration, which covers how, other than Native Americans, all of us can trace our ancestry to another country. She identified the first settlers as Dutch and English, followed by Irish, who helped create our branch of the Erie Canal, then Italians, who brought their farming skills. All good information, but Roxanne challenged students to dig deeper with her history-based activities.

“I believe that children and most people remember the hands-on projects before they remember the lecture or reading,” Roxanne explained. Regarding Immigration, she created a project called “Trace Your Name.” Youngsters were to ask their parents what they knew about the origins of their family name. Then they were sent to encyclopedias—no computers back then! —to search for more history about their name.

I bet students were interested in the evolution of Fulton Schools. Roxanne told of a Major VanVaalkenburg, whose early 1800s barn became our first school. Lessons were led by a Mr. Donald and then a Mr. Robinson. As Roxanne noted in her curriculum, “In those years, one room was all that was needed to teach all grades and teachers were almost always men.”

The School unit also pointed out that it was 1811 when Fulton’s first real schoolhouse was built at the corner of First and Rochester streets. It would serve the entire east side of the Oswego River until neighborhood schools were established. I wonder how many fourth graders grew jealous after reading that the children of those first schools were not required to attend class if their parents needed them to work at home.

The curriculum also included a unit on Prominent Fultonians, which, as might be expected, featured men. But students also learned of Marion Dickerson, a 1911 graduate of Syracuse University, who taught American History at our city’s high school. Marion went on to make history herself. After living overseas for several years, she returned to the United States when women won the right to vote. Determined to see how far her gender’s new rights could extend, Dickerson ran for a seat in the New York State Legislature, narrowly being defeated by her male opponent. But it marked the first time a woman had run for Legislature in our state.

Perhaps most impressive about Roxanne’s curriculum is its bibliography. Coded so students could find resources for future research, it listed 76 book and article titles, showing students the vast knowledge waiting for them beyond their classroom. “Janet Hutchinson, the Oak Street School librarian, provided me with that list of resources,” Roxanne noted.

The curriculum also included a list of suggestions for continuing the study of local history. Students were encouraged to research people’s personal papers, old newspapers, and records found in government offices, census bureaus and businesses. She included contact information for local historical museums and encouraged teachers to help students “unlearn Indian stereotypes” and find “history at the cemetery.”

One teacher who benefited from Roxanne’s curriculum is Darle DeLorme. Darle grew up in the same neighborhood as Roxanne and attended church with her. After Roxanne retired from teaching, Darle said that “using her curriculum felt like we were still co-teachers. Roxanne and I shared an affection for our city’s history, and the fact that she took time to research and create it is wonderful. It was a pleasure to use her words as my resource.

Author June Holden also saw the value of Roxanne’s work. “June found my guide at the Fulton Historical Society,” Roxanne explained. “She came to me with her idea to write a book. Of course, I let her use it.”

June Holden’s book, unfortunately, is now out of print. (Anybody want to help me get it back in the hands of interested readers?) But it remains a treasure of information for local history buffs. We’re lucky to have it. And so are the many fourth graders and their teachers who learned to appreciate our city through Roxanne’s curriculum.

Phillips Street School, one of our city’s former elementary schools, where students learned about Fulton history.

Phillips Street School, one of our city’s former elementary schools, where students learned about Fulton history.

The River That Made Our City

Most of us don’t pay much attention to it. Unless its waters are running unusually high or drought conditions have slowed it to nearly a standstill, the Oswego River has become a backdrop of life in our city. But one day, if you’re walking the bridges or sitting on a bench in Veteran’s Park, take a moment to consider this: There never would have been a city of Fulton without our river.

I was recently made aware of this fact from reading the book, Fulton, NY (A Narrative History), by June R. Holden. Holden’s book explains how our city came to be, taking readers all the way back to a time when the river first brought Native Americans to our area.

“Waterways were the roads the early inhabitants used to travel through the vast forest that covered the site of our future city,” Holden wrote. “Oswego River, one of the few rivers in the world that flows northwards, was an important highway. It began at a place called Three Rivers where the Seneca and Oneida Rivers met and flowed into the Oswego River…dropping more than 113 feet and emptying into Lake Ontario.”

Holden explained that while the drop was moderate south of this area, it became more dramatic as it flowed passed the future Fulton. Here, the river “shot over a ledge, dropping as a vertical white wall of water ten feet in height.” Native Americans named the area “Kaskunsaka,” which means “Many Falls Following.” Years later, white men named it Oswego Falls. Holden knew both were apt names since “the foaming, violent river [had a] a current of 20 miles an hour.”

Those churning waters made it impossible for all but the most daring boaters to maneuver. Rather than risk their life, travelers were forced to stop before the first rapids, carry their canoes on land a distance down the river and then continue their journey.

The visitors who stopped in this area were often hungry and they found plenty of food in their surroundings. Holden listed some: “Nuts on the ground, berries from the bushes, wild parsnips, pond lily roots, bark and sap from the maple trees…[Boaters] gathered eggs from the wild birds’ nests and hunted deer and bear for meat and skins.”

News of our plentiful resources was shared from traveler to traveler, who soon created footpaths that bordered our river. From the cleared area of those primitive streets, visitors began to see the falls as a fine location to establish a community, especially when they realized you could earn a living on the river.

Swimming alongside boats was an abundance of fish, including salmon and eel. Holden described a “weir,” which was used to catch eel: “It was a box, open at the top, with a bottom made of slats spaced to allow water flow. Men stood ready to capture eels as they swam downstream and into the boxes. It could earn a profit of $15 a barrel.”

That lucrative business took a hard blow when dams were built to control the river’s fury. This “put a crimp in the fishing industry,” Holden explained, “as salmon no longer conveniently congregated at the base of the falls.” But despite the loss of profitable fishing, dams strengthened the appeal of this area. Holden wrote of a Daniel Masters, who arrived here in 1793. “He and his sons built a large cabin at the upper landing and provided accommodations for travelers.” I guess that makes Masters the first owner of a Fulton bed & breakfast.

Masters found ways to live off the river beyond lodging. He established a second business by helping people navigate the dams. Holden described how Daniel and his sons “made a rough road out of the Indian trail, down what is now First Street, and used a team of oxen to drag boats and freight to and from the upper and lower landings (head and foot of the rapids) for a distance of about a mile.”

Masters was quite an entrepreneur, also becoming one of the first in our area to recognize the river’s potential for millwork. Along with a Mr. Goodell, he opened a sawmill in 1800, using the river rapids to power machinery. As swiftly as laborers could cut lumber, new residents were building homes. Other mills followed suit by turning out nutritious grains, reams of paper and cloth of every color, all made possible by our rapid river.

The area we know as Fulton might have remained a humble stop on the Oswego River if the Erie Canal hadn’t been built. The Canal had been proposed as a manmade waterway system in the late 1700s, but it wasn’t until 1808 that the major project began. Not wanting to be left out of this advancement in the shipping industry, those along the Oswego River lobbied New York state and succeeded in getting $160,000 to widen and deepen our river in order for it to become a branch of the canal.

Though the canal meant an end to the portage industry, it was a plus for cargo-carrying boats. And for those looking for a good job. There was a call for lock tenders and those skilled in boat repairs. Boatyards were built, as were the ships that would dock in them.

As bigger vessels navigated the Oswego River, people gossiped about the possibility that the newly invented steamboat would soon visit our area. We were still two towns in the 1800s, one on either side of the river, and it was suggested that one should be named after the steamboat’s inventor, Robert Fulton. In 1902, when the two towns became one proud city, residents voted to name it Fulton. May we always remember that we call this place home because of the river that flows through us.

An 1880s sketch of the Oswego River moving through the two towns that would one day become our city of Fulton.

An 1880s sketch of the Oswego River moving through the two towns that would one day become our city of Fulton.

Calling All Churches!

For the last seven years I’ve been working with the Fulton Public Library to preserve memories of our city’s past. Former library director Betty Mauté and I started The Memoir Project to encourage current and former Fultonians to write down their recollections of our city’s businesses, schools, involvement with World War II and, most recently, its downtown shopping and social hub, The Dizzy Block.

The library’s current director, Caroline Chatterton, continues to support the Memoir Project, which now boasts a committee that includes authors Joe Abbate and Jo Ann Butler, former teacher Mary C. Kimball and former AmeriCorps director Kathy Andolina. Along with helping contributors to write or dictate memoirs, the committee selects topics to reminisce about. When we chose our current topic, Fulton churches, several committee members had their own rich memories on which to reflect.

“Holy Trinity, formerly known as Immaculate Conception, filled almost every aspect of my growing up years,” Mary said. “My grandparents lived next door and they attended Mass every day for their entire lives. I joined them many, many mornings at 6:30. My dad attended Catholic school and had been an altar boy there. My parents were married in that church and my siblings and I were baptized and received our other sacraments there. Our involvement at Immaculate Conception was a cornerstone of our family. I was blessed to have grown up in such a faith-filled environment.”

Joe shared this about his congregation, The First United Methodist Church: "Anyone visiting First United would immediately see why I love it there: the people are warm, friendly, casual and fun. You instantly feel at home. We meet each Sunday to worship, help others, and spread love. If you come here, you will discover your second family."

“My faith has always been very important to me,” Kathy added. “Through this Memoir Project, I enjoy learning more about Fulton churches. I recently read a great quote from Katie Couric about attending church. She said she likes to go to church to ‘be in a community of people who are taking an hour out of their busy lives and thinking of something bigger than themselves.’ That’s what it’s all about.”

Our Project committee knows that many Fultonians have equally rich memories of their church. We’d already heard from a few when we were collecting stories about our city’s schools and teachers. Some shared recollections of the years they’d spent in their church-sponsored school, like St. Mary's.

St. Mary’s School, on Fulton’s east side, opened in 1914 and operated until 1999. We heard from three of its former students, Renae (Cealie) Vehrs, Colleen (McKnight) Grimshaw and Diane (Reitz) Litchisen-Kuzio, who all started there as first graders in 1961.

“Sister Mildred was our principal,” Diane explained, “and I remember the discipline. The nuns would get our attention by tapping their rings on their desk or blackboard.”

“The nuns were strict,” Colleen agreed, “but that strictness shaped our future education practices. I learned to be responsible (to always have my homework done and study for exams), to be organized, to have good study skills, and to have respect for my teachers and elders.”

Renae remembered one teacher in particular. “The best year of all was when we moved on to 5th grade and all 36 of us girls had Sister John Anne. She was young, fun and nicer than a lot of the nuns. She loved us and we loved her. She was like the Singing Nun. We would learn and sing and for whatever reason, we bonded.”

Across the river, on the city’s west side, another church, Holy Family, had its own school. It operated from 1958 through 1971 and a few of its former students remembered their experiences there, including having to wear those Catholic School uniforms.

“In 1969, ’70 and ’71, short skirts were the thing,” Lennie (Spaziani) Laboda recalled. “But we girls at Holy Family had our regulation blue skirt, white blouse and a little clip-on: a ‘girl’s tie.’ We were always rolling the skirts up and being told to roll them down. When we were out on the blacktop, playing, we’d roll them up and then we’d come in. ‘Roll them down.’”

Don Ciciarelli described the guys’ attire. “We wore dark blue pants, a light blue dress shirt and a dark blue tie – every school day. By the time mid-June rolled around, we were sick and tired of wearing them and the nuns would let us wear our regular clothes for those last few weeks of school. ‘Oh, we’re gonna see the fashions come out now,’ the nuns would say.”

Former student Marty Gillard reminisced about a Holy Family celebration known as the May Crowning, when the entire school would line up outside in the shape of a rosary. The students took turns saying Hail Marys and Our Fathers. “You had your moment where you had to say your part,” Marty said. “We were so nervous that we couldn’t say the first part of the prayer out loud and then everyone would know. That was pressure.”

But it was all worthwhile, according to their classmate Punkin (Froio) Walsh, whose children also went to Catholic School: “I think one of the things both my kids would say was that everybody knew your name, kind of like the TV show Cheers. That was one of the good things about Catholic school; even the parents knew your name.”

Those are the type of memories that our committee is hoping to preserve in our latest Memoir Project. If you have or had an association with a Fulton church, we’d love to include your story. Please call the Fulton Library at (315) 592-5159 or contact them at fullib@ncls.org.

All Saints Episcopal Church is one of the many churches that will be featured in the Fulton Library’s latest Memoir Project.

All Saints Episcopal Church is one of the many churches that will be featured in the Fulton Library’s latest Memoir Project.