Remembering History's Heroes

Recently, if you’ve driven on one of Fulton’s two main city routes, Broadway and Oneida Street, you may have noticed a series of banners honoring our city’s war veterans. Sometimes, when traffic is moving briskly and it’s hard to focus on each banner, I think about this group of men and women together and honor their service to our country. But when I hit a red light and have more time, I reflect on each individual’s sacrifices for our freedom. That’s what happened for me a few days ago, when I stopped on the corner of Broadway and West First, waiting to cross the bridge. There flies a banner for Fultonian Carlton W. Barrett.

I was already familiar with Barrett’s military career, thanks to a Fulton schoolteacher who’s making valiant efforts to bring some much needed attention to this veteran. The schoolteacher is Bill Cahill, and since 2015, he’s been working to bring Barrett’s story to all Fultonians (as well as anyone who admires the traits of courage and selflessness). What a worthy story it is.

It was June 6, 1944, a date now known as D-Day. US Army Private Carlton Barrett, like thousands of other Americans fighting in World War II, had landed on the beaches of Normandy, France, where one of the fiercest battles for democracy was being fought. Barrett was a field guide with the Army’s 1st Division 18th Infantry Regiment and his assignment that day was to direct troop movements up the beach and coordinate communication between troops and officers. But along with those important jobs, Barrett accomplished much more.

Amid the horror taking place, Barrett saw soldiers fighting for their lives from battle injuries. Without abandoning his duty, Barrett began swimming wounded soldiers out to boats that evacuated them to safety and medical treatment. Indeed, those were heroic acts that 24-year-old Barrett performed, but they become even more so because he accomplished them even after being shot in both hips and his thigh. Only a foot wound finally ended his efforts and he was evacuated to safety. For his actions and choices, Barrett was awarded The Medal of Honor; the highest military decoration in the Armed Forces, presented for gallantry and valor in combat above and beyond the call of duty.

How many Fultonians ever knew of Barrett’s bravery? I doubt I would have if it wasn’t for Bill Cahill, who’s been teaching fifth and sixth grades at Volney School since 2001. While Cahill has always had the best interests of his students and their education in mind, it was a 2012 New York State mandate for schools that prompted him to consider Barrett’s heroics. The mandate focused on character education, so Cahill, who tries to create lessons that his students can relate to, began searching for a local role model who could serve as an example of an admirable character. He found just such a person in Barrett.

“At a teachers meeting to discuss character education, a colleague of mine, Rick Bush, shared that he’d found Barrett’s Medal of Honor citation,” Bill explained. “I asked the room full of mostly Fultonians if they’d heard of this man. Sadly, no one had. After I started researching Barrett, one of my students’ moms, Carolyn Zimmerman, offered her genealogy research skills. That gave me enough material to write my first article for student use.”

One of the ways in which Cahill engages his students in Barrett’s character is to have them imagine how it must have felt to be in that soldier’s army boots. After sharing a summary of Barrett’s D-Day efforts, he asks his class a series of questions, such as, What character trait of Barrett’s is the most impressive to you? What do you think Barrett was thinking when he made the choices that he did that day?

I pondered how I’d answer Cahill’s thoughtful questions, but my responses didn’t compare to his students’ inspiring answers. “The most impressive trait that CWB has,” one student wrote, “is to be risking his life for all of those people that now can go home and have kids and their kids can have kids and if it wasn’t for CWB then those people would not be living.” When it comes to the care Barrett took with fellow soldiers, another student believes that “when people are hurt or upset at any time or any place, you can ask what’s wrong and if there is a solution to that then use it and help people.”

Cahill doesn’t limited character education to the classroom. He’s moved Barrett’s story into our community by having students write essays about him and then read them at our city’s Memorial and Veterans Day events. And he’s got bigger plans. Cahill is currently in discussion with Fulton’s Mayor Michaels, Fulton schools superintendent Brian Pulvino and the board of education and other elected officials, to consider the possibility of naming our Junior High School after Barrett, or at least erecting a permanent display in the main entrance. Other potential projects include erecting a statue at the War Memorial or Veterans Park and proclaiming June 6 Carlton W. Barrett Day. To help achieve these goals, Cahill is researching if the Medal of Honor Society; the US Army, the 1st Division; the New York State Historical Society; and our Assemblyman and Congressional representatives could help with funding or grants.

Cahill is well aware that Barrett is just one of many Fultonians who have served our country and he is in no way implying that others from our city aren’t also heroes. In fact, when explaining his project, Cahill often quotes Barrett, who once said this when people tried to call him a hero: “It was after [D-Day] that I knew what a hero really is. They’re all heroes just for being there, especially those that never came back.”

By sharing one soldier’s heroic acts, Cahill asks our youth to consider their own character traits. But shouldn’t we all be doing that, no matter our age, as we go about our lives in our neighborhoods, our city and our world? Though Cahill said the following about his students, I think it applies to each of us: “The character traits that Barrett was displaying on that day were all qualities we want our kids to have. Kindness, compassion, thinking of others, self-sacrifice and serving something bigger than yourself.”

A few of Volney schoolteacher Bill Cahill’s students reading essays to honor Fultonian U.S. Military Medal of Honor recipient Carlton Barrett.

Endless Summers at Fair Haven

All four seasons can be memorable, but doesn’t there seem to be something special about summer? Is it the months of no school, day after day of T-shirt weather, or vacations in exciting new places? Maybe a little of each? For me, what makes the season of sun really shine are the summers I spent at Fair Haven.

Some of my earliest cherished memories are of extended family picnics at the Fair Haven State Park. Sundays, after church, we’d head off in cars packed with ice chests, charcoal and swimsuits to claim a spot in the park’s picnic area. Nearby was a mowed field for ballgames and the sandy beach was a short hike away. We enjoyed those days so much that my parents started renting a cabin on the bay near the park. We camped there several weeks at a time, forever linking my summertime memories with Fair Haven.

Decades later, I still fondly recall my family’s favorite destination, and now that I spend my time researching local history, what better topic to dive into than the best ever swimming hole of my youth. What I’ve learned makes me love Fair Haven even more.

Even before it incorporated in 1880, the village of Fair Haven was already a significant port for cargo ships, much like its Lake Ontario neighbor, Oswego. Also right around that time, railroads started making stops at Fair Haven, carrying goods like coal from Pennsylvania that was then loaded on ships headed for Canada. In return, ice from points north was sent to New York City via the Fair Haven port. All that commerce helped build the village’s economy, but even after rail and maritime shipping lost favor, Fair Haven still had something special to offer: the beauty of its lakeside location.

Every year, more people looking to escape summer’s heat visited the village, especially when a new park opened nearby. In 1930, as part of the growing trend of a national parks system, New York State secured 1,100 acres along the Fair Haven shoreline to create one of its state parks. Labor provided by the federally-sponsored Civilian Conservation Corps built cabins, blazed trails and planted shade trees. Though the new park shared some features with others across our nation, there was one thing that set Fair Haven apart: its natural sand dunes and bluffs.

Formed by a receding glacier during the Ice Age, the bluffs along Lake Ontario started out as towering drumlins composed of mud, clay, small rocks and sand left behind by the glacier. Centuries of wind and waves broke down those drumlins, leaving Fair Haven with an abundance of sand. I loved walking its beaches as a kid, my feet feeling on fire and sending me straight to the lake. Today, most of us swim in chlorinated pools, but they never seem to refresh me like Ontario lake water.

Fair Haven offers many natural joys. Walking the park trails and exploring the shoreline introduced me to sights and sounds I’d never experienced in my hometown fifteen miles away. And I’m not alone in what Fair Haven offered my senses. While researching its past, I found the website Fair Haven History, created by Robert Kolsters, who has written several books about the village. Along with important facts and milestones, Kolsters’ website includes some poignant memories of residents and visitors, like this one by Reverend George Lansing Taylor, who, in 1873, wrote about the sensory opportunities found in the park:

“And then a voice from all nature around me—nature true and sympathetic to her humble child—and a personal loving voice out of the glad deep above, whispered a calm unutterable through my soul; a calm of fullness, like that of slow rivers at freshet, or the tide’s full flow before it ebbs back to the sea.”

Enjoying nature is, I believe, essential to a full life. So is sharing it with others, and that’s where Fair Haven really shines. After a pleasurable afternoon on sand and in water, happy campers can travel just a quarter mile or so west of the park entrance to a community that welcomes visitors. That hospitality can be as simple as visiting the village’s grocery store, where as a kid I could buy a freshly-made donut that melted in my mouth after a hard day of playing. That store still stands, as do other historical buildings.

There’s the Fair Haven Library, founded in 1899 when a generous resident donated $48 to turn the upstairs of a two-story brick building into a cozy nook for booklovers. Downstairs was the village post office as well as several businesses offering clothing, magazines, dry goods and groceries. Sounds like the hardware stores that every community used to have. Fair Haven still does.

The village’s Hardware Café & General Store comes pre-packed with history, which luckily has been preserved by current owners Susan and Larry Lemon. Susan is also a writer, and through her essay about the Café & General Store’s origins I was able to take a stroll back in time.

The store’s story begins with a man named John Dietal, a German immigrant who lived in the Syracuse area in the 1860s and then moved to Fair Haven in 1872. Dietal was a tinsmith by trade and he built his hardware store in 1875 to carry items for stoves and tin products, but as customers began asking for more goods, he provided them. Soon villagers and visitors with all kinds of requests were walking into Dietal’s hardware store.

Today when you enter the Hardware Café it feels like you’ve stepped back in history. As Susan wrote, “The floors are the same ones your grandfather might have walked on as a child; the counters the same ones over which the general store proprietor might have sold him candy or sold his father any size nail he needed.”

When I step inside the Café I feel its history and the village’s history. As I looked for the right words to wrap up this retrospective about my favorite summer destination, I thought a comment found on a Cayuga County website promoting Fair Haven got to the heart of it. “Haven,” it proclaimed, “is only one letter away from Heaven.”

So many Central New Yorkers can count Fair Haven as one of their favorite summertime memories.

Welcome Back, Summer Festivals!

As warmer weather settles in, I’m looking forward to an annual event that stretches back to my earliest memories: summertime fairs and carnivals. Now that the world is returning to some sort of normalcy, there’s news that many of our favorite celebratory events will be back: The Memorial Day Parade in Fulton, the 4th of July Parade and Harborfest in Oswego, the Oswego County Fair in Sandy Creek and, down the road a stretch, the Great New York State Fair.

Though I’ve attended and enjoyed all those festive experiences over the years, I need to go back to my childhood to recount the one that made the biggest impact on me: my hometown of Fulton’s Cracker Barrel Fair. For decades, the end-of-summer event was a highlight for thousands, and through my association with the Fulton Library’s Memoir Project, I’ve learned some of the Fair’s history. And who better to share that history but Vita Chalone, who helped create the Fair in 1966.

Vita’s memoir about her work on that communitywide event included how such an idea came to be. According to Vita, it began with a need. Fulton was due for a new hospital, which meant raising an estimated two and a quarter million dollars. Local businesses, service clubs and individuals donated to support the project, including the A. L. Lee Memorial Hospital Auxiliary, which made a substantial pledge of thirty thousand dollars. When Vita was invited to attend an Auxiliary luncheon to discuss how they would manage to collect that large sum of money, she heard ideas like hosting teas and dinners. “What they need is something big,” Vita thought, “like an old-fashioned fair.” Before she knew it, she was named chairperson of the first Cracker Barrel Fair.

As anyone who has ever been in charge of such a major event knows, a tremendous amount of work goes into it. Vita’s memoir noted “the two dozen local civic and charitable organizations and businesses, as well as the hundreds of individuals who worked so many hours.” That’s the kind of community support needed to create a successful fair. And what a success it was.

I was eleven years old when the first Cracker Barrel Fair welcomed those of us ready for fun and entertainment, a perfect age for making memories. By the time I met Vita, those memories were sketchy at best; a few details seemed forever lost. But she helped me recall the rich cultural experience that made the Fair so special: Ladies dressed in festive peasant dresses and men with string ties and straw hats; the Hobos, a fun-loving group of Fultonians clowning around, entertaining those passing by; games of chance; food from different ethnic worlds – Polish kielbasa, Italian sausage, Pizza Fritta, or good old American donuts and cider; the War Memorial converted into an old-time Country Store, with penny candy, handcrafted dolls and needlework; the many rides, including a towering Ferris wheel.

Vita admitted that founding the Cracker Barrel Fair was a challenge. But she had someone who helped guide her through the steps of making the event a success, at least when it came to accurately representing Fulton’s rich history. As a friend of one of Fulton’s favorite historians, Grace Lynch, who wrote the column “The Way It Used To Be” for The Fulton Patriot, Vita had access to the proud past of our city.

According to Grace, one point of pride was the fact that the original Oswego County Fair took place in Fulton. From 1856 until 1920, our city’s Recreation Park drew people from all over the county and beyond for one of Central New York’s premier summer events. Grace had plenty to share about that fair, much of it first-hand accounts. Here’s some of what she wrote about attending the Oswego County Fair as a child.

“When the Fair opened, there was excitement all over town. With a box full of lunch, we joined the crowd waiting...At the cry, ‘Going right over! Going right over!’ we surged out to climb into the streetcar drawn by a team of horses. Its route extended from Hannibal Street over the lower bridge up First Street and over the upper bridge to the D.L. and W. [Railroad] Station on West Broadway.

“When Tom O’Brien, the [streetcar’s] driver, had collected the five-cent fare from everyone who could squeeze on, he cracked his whip and the horses settled to their work…Arriving at the fair, we fell in line at the ticket window. Then, crossing the dirt race track, we were faced with the difficult choice of what to do and see first.”

Grace goes on to describe those tempting choices: horse races around the dirt track, demonstrations by military troops from Fort Ontario, exhibits of homemade desserts and crafts, and merry-go-round rides. There were also sounds and smells: “The lowing of cattle, the smell of popcorn and roasting peanuts.” Grace remembered tasting her first ever ice cream cone at the county fair. Now who could ever forget a memory like that?

Here in 2022, I’m excited that Fulton is continuing its history of providing great outdoor events. I talked with Chris Waldron, Fulton’s Director of Parks and Recreation, and he gave me a rundown of what to expect in our fair city in the coming months. “We’ll start with our ‘Intro to Bird Watching’ program in April and May. Then Big Truck Day is May14, followed by the Memorial Day Salute, Community Market June 11, Porchfest, and Chalk the Walk on July 10, and culminating with the Fall Festival on Oct 8.”

That’s a whole lot to look forward to now that we can again gather for fun, food and friendship.

In 1966, Fulton Mayor Percy Patrick welcomed volunteers dressed in festive clothing for the first Cracker Barrel Fair.