A Winterful of Snowstorm Stories

I’m pleased to announce the launch of my new book, Historic Snowstorms of Central New York, a look back at how folks survived some nasty winter weather over the last two hundred years. Because my publishing company gave me a strict word count for the book, a few stories that I considered worthy had to be cut from the final manuscript. So, rather than lose the opportunity to tell a good story, I’ll be sharing them in my next few columns. This month’s focuses on Lewis County’s town of Montague and the incredible amount of snow it gets.

How much snow are we talking? How about 466.9 inches, measured in the 1976-77 season. If you’re like me, you need a visual to put that number in perspective. Well, 466 inches is almost 39 feet, about as tall as a four-story building. When I see snowfall totals that big, I want to know more, so I dug into Montague’s history. My first clue as to why the town is home to so much snow is its location directly east of Lake Ontario on the border of Tug Hill Plateau. Measuring 65 square miles and with a current population less than 100, it would seem that Montague is nothing but snow. But it wasn’t always that way.

Shortly after it was founded, in 1850, nearly a thousand people had settled there. Snow or no snow, there was plenty of work at the town’s six sawmills, the largest of which, the Parker Saw Mill, produced over a million board feet of wood a year. The demand for that volume of lumber continued for decades as more folks moved to Central and Upstate New York. But that business boom would end and so would Montague’s rising population.

Lack of jobs was one reason for Montague’s decline, but more important was its ridiculously short growing season. Snow hangs around there so long that farmers have three short three months to plant, grow and harvest crops. That left the town with one claim to fame: incredible snowfall totals. It didn’t take long for Montague to figure out how to capitalize on all that snow.

Beginning in the 1960s, a rise of winter outdoor recreational activities—hunting, snowmobiling and skiing—made Montague’s feet of snow something to experience. News spread of this winter paradise, boosted by stories of mammoth snowfalls. For a while those stories weren’t disputed, but when the science of meteorology formalized, strict rules for taking measurements were established. Overseeing those snowfall counts was the National Weather Service (NWS), and in January 1997, they paid a visit to Montague.

Analysts from the NWS showed up to check on a particularly spectacular snowfall total reported: 77 inches between 1:30pm January 11 and the same time the next day. Need another visual? Seventy-seven inches of snow would just about bury a six-foot man—and his top hat. All that snow…in 24 hours? The NWS wanted to chat with the person who measured that towering snowfall: Bill Ottoshavett.

There are numerous profiles of Bill to be found on the internet and here’s a bit of what I learned: Bill loved snow. He loved it enough to move from his native Connecticut in 1989 to Montague. He described the ’96-’97 season that included the snowfall in question as “quite a wild winter.”  And after reporting that one-day total of 77 inches to the NWS, folks in Montague started bragging that they’d beat the 24-hour record set in 1921 in Silver Lake, Colorado, by one inch. But before Montague could send their Colorado competitor a consolation prize (they were considering a case of cream cheese packed in snow), the NWS had some questions for Bill.

They must have asked a lot of questions because when they’d completed their inspection the NWS produced a 56-page report, ending with a decision that did not please folks in Montague. There was a problem, the inspectors noted, with how frequently Bill took his measurements: every four hours. The NWS, however, requires measurements every six hours. Further clouding the issue, when Colorado set the record in 1921, the standard for measurements was once a day. So it became a little like comparing snowapples to snoworanges, if there were such things. The reason for NWS’s final decision? Since Colorado’s snowfall had a whole day to settle, giving it time to condense, it must have been greater than Montague’s 77 inches.

Controversy ended, perhaps, but folks in Central New York take their snowfall totals seriously. Twenty years later, the slight on Montague was still news, with the Post Standard revisiting the story, especially when the town’s big snows kept creating some newsworthy survival sagas. Here’s one from the winter of 2001-02.

That season, from December 26 through January 1, Montague received between 80 and 100 inches of new snow, which sat on top of an already substantial snowfall. This caught a lot of snowmobilers on an extended holiday weekend off guard, including a group of out-of-towners at their camp outside of Montague. As the new year grew closer and the snow kept falling, Tom Ragan, of Rochester, had no choice but to contact the Lewis County Sheriff’s Department with this message: “We’re out of food.”

Now you’d think that snowmobilers could hop on their machines and speed off to the nearest grocer. But the kind of snow that racks up those big totals—lake-effect—is often light and fluffy, and large amounts of it tends to swallow snowmobiles and their drivers. The only option then is to wait for the snow to settle. But not when you’ve run out of food.

To save the day came snowmobile trial groomers Gary Stinson, president of the Barnes Corners Snow-Pals, and groom operator Tim McGuire. Those guys knew how to move snow to be sure, but not while a storm is still raging. Blinding snow driven by high winds made for tough visibility and knocked down trees, too. For two and a half hours the groomers pushed snow depths of eight to ten feet, finally reaching the stranded men’s camp.

I mustn’t forget the one detail that gives this story a happy ending: a cell phone. To be sure, you won’t find that kind of help in my book on historic snowstorms, which covers a time period reaching back to the 1700s. People couldn’t count on cell service or Doppler or GPS. Back then, people were on their own as they dug themselves out of monster snowfalls like those in Montague.

You can find Historic Snowstorms of Central New York at the River’s End bookstore, in Oswego; the Village Shoppes, in Fulton; and Parthenon Books, in downtown Syracuse. It can be ordered online at www.arcadiapublishing.com.

 

Few of us have experienced mammoth snowfall totals like the one shown in this photo, but in Montague, New York, these big snows are part of a typical winter.

Focus on New Haven

Because I believe in the value of preserving local history, I’m always happy to hear about young people taking an interest in our past. Of course, we should all be mindful of where we come from, but this is especially true for the young because they will be responsible for the future of our cities and towns. Any chance for success can only happen when children understand and embrace their community’s history.

Knowing that, you can imagine my joy in learning about a student project that took place in the New Haven Elementary School. Granted, the project took place forty years ago, but it still makes me hopeful for today’s youth. I first heard of those students’ accomplishments from Helena Harbert, who was a teacher at New Haven during the 1981-82 school year.

I know Helena as a member of a writer’s group I facilitate at Springside at Seneca Hill. Every other week, group members share their writing, much of which is memoir or history based. Recently, Helena shared her recollections of facilitating the New Haven history program that resulted in a booklet called “Focus on New Haven.”

As Helena explained, the booklet was the end product of a months-long project by her students to research and record the history of New Haven landmarks. Here’s how Helena explained the project in the book’s foreword:

“During 1981-82, the group of Gifted and Talented students at the New Haven Elementary School researched the buildings of social and commercial significance in the village of New Haven. Each student selected a building. Then they interviewed citizens and read old books to produce a written report on the building. They each borrowed a camera and took pictures of their buildings. At one point, they journeyed to the Mexico Middle School to develop and print pictures for this booklet. When everything was completed, they compiled a display for the New Haven Bank.”

What a magnificent project those students completed! The twenty-two-page booklet reads like a friendly travel guide through an Oswego County town. Starting with a road map that pinpointed the town and a photo of the town’s main street (State Route 104), both from 1902, the students then presented their findings.

Corey Hanypsiak’s topic for the book was the Shepard Estate, also known as “La Bergerie” (Home of the Shepherd). An expansive property owned by a wealthy family in the late 1800s, it eventually became a home for wayward boys. Because the estate had declined over the years, Corey wrote, “no one would know that a millionaire’s summer home once stood there.” But being a good researcher, Corey did. “President Taft once stayed at the home,” he explained, “and Millard Fillmore’s papers were found there. Bulldozers can never tear down ‘La Bergerie’s’ wonderful history or our memories of it.”

Two churches in the community were profiled in the booklet: the United Church of Christ by Andy Gregory, and the United Methodist Church by Sammie Wilcox. In both cases, the churches started out as small meetings in people’s homes and then, through the dedication of the congregations, land was purchased and cleared, bricks were hauled to the churches’ locations from Gallaghers Brickyard in New Haven, and the buildings slowly rose to their towering steeples. As Sammie pointed out, “At first [parishioners] gathered without a stove or heat…They did not have a parking lot…East of the [Methodist] Church were sheds where people put their horses and carriages during church services.”

But all of those hardships were worth it, as Sammie recounted the many ways our local churches serve as meeting places for communities: church suppers, craft fairs, musical performances, Bible study, and just sitting in contemplation looking at the beautiful stained glass windows installed by those who loved their churches.

Maureen Davis has a particularly tough assignment when she chose the town’s gas station for her research project. The Sunoco Gas Station, located on the main Route 104, had been around for a long time, as long as everyone she talked to could remember. Though nobody could help Maureen track down the origins of when it was built or who built it, through her diligent research, she was able to compile a comprehensive list of who had operated the station over the years, beginning with 1939’s owners Fred and Leona Jerett. Maureen went on to list 28 different owners, taking the station up to 1982.

I bet that a frequent customer of the gas station would have been the New Haven Highway Garage, which was researched by Matthew Hertzler. Anyone who’s driven through New Haven during the winter months knows the town gets its share and more of lake-effect snow. Removal of all that snow is the responsibility of the Highway Department. Prior to 1946, when the new maintenance building was constructed, the garage’s vehicles and tools were kept in sheds. Then, according to Matthew, as the need for roadwork vehicles grew, the department moved up to a horse barn. When the new building went up, in 1946, two highway employees built it after hiring mason Perley Widger.

The New Haven School itself was researched by Robert Ferguson. Back in 1952, the residents of New Haven knew they needed a new school to handle its population growth. There were lots of discussions and blueprint reviews until finally, in 1954, it was built. Robert tallied up the dollars this investment required: “General construction of the building cost $83,184.90; heating and ventilation cost $18,222.25; plumbing and electrical cost $15,240.20.”

I like that Robert didn’t leave out the pennies that went into those figures. It’s important for young folks to know the value of New Haven residents’ hard-earned dollars. Robert acknowledged this by writing: “All of us should be thankful to the taxpayers of New Haven for giving the town the money to help our education in a nice school.”

I’ll add my praise for Robert, Matthew, Maureen, Sammie, Andy, Corey, Helena and the other students and faculty who included local history in their elementary school education. May they be an example for other curious young minds.

New Haven’s United Methodist Church, shown in this 1915 photo, was one of the town’s landmarks researched by New Haven Elementary School students back in the early 1980s.

A Bit of Local Farm History

Earlier this summer, I took a cross-country road trip and got to see miles and miles of America’s farmland. As I marveled at the mammoth cultivators and irrigation systems that make the production of our food possible, I couldn’t help thinking of the way folks used to farm and how lucky I am to have grown up with relatives who grew vegetables for a living.

My maternal grandparents and two of my uncles devoted their lives to farming—the old-fashioned way. Recently I talked with Anthony Leotta, the last surviving child of John and Nellie Leotta, who purchased a farm on Chase Road in 1936. Anthony’s older brother, Joe, who married my mother’s sister, ran the farm his whole life.

After Joe died, in 1988, Anthony continued to own the former farm and that’s where he and I met one Sunday afternoon, under a shade tree, to talk about the Leotta farm’s history. “The main source of income at the farm was derived from crops grown on muckland,” Anthony began.

Muckland, a type of farming found in Central New York, is the result of glaciers that passed through this area during the Ice Age. Those glaciers left depressions in our region’s earth, which filled with water and then, over thousands of years, dead vegetation settled at the bottom. These became murky swamps, and beginning in the late 1800s, innovative Central New York farmers discovered that by draining those swamps, rich organic material remained. Anthony explained more about the Leotta muck.

“The muckland consisted of 12 acres of well-drained black soil with several ditches dug by my father and brother, by hand. Crops grown on the muckland were onions, celery, Boston lettuce, Iceberg lettuce, Romaine lettuce, carrots, and spinach.”

Not all farmland in our region is muck. The Leottas also had “upland,” and certain crops grew better there: “tomatoes, peppers, eggplant, beans, cauliflower, corn and asparagus,” according to Anthony. We associate those tasty foods with summertime, but to provide them farmers must work year round.

“My father would activate our small greenhouse in mid-February,” Anthony explained. “He would prepare trays of soil consisting of mixed muck and upland dirt, then sow celery seeds. By March he started planting pepper and eggplant seeds and then tomato seeds around April 1.”

To assure those seeds’ success, John carried pails of water from the family house to water the greenhouse plants. He cut wood and stoked the stove, day and night, to maintain sufficient heat in the greenhouse. Along with his hard work, John had help. Anthony shared memories of his family’s team of horses, which were included in the 1936 purchase of the farm.

“Known as Jack & Jill, they were harnessed together to plow muckland. To navigate on the muck without sinking, the horses were equipped with steel horseshoes. They pulled a single wood-handled steel plow steered by my father.”

Those loyal horses gave way to motor-driven machinery in 1939, when the Leottas bought an 18-horsepower 9N Ford tractor. How well Anthony recalled the details of that important innovation in farm equipment.

“The new tractor was painted a sparkling light grey and was [equipped] with a single- furrow plow, a double- row disc and a 3-row upland cultivator. The tractor's motor was a gas fueled 4-cylinder flat head, with starter, and operated by a 6-volt battery. Gasoline to operate the new tractor cost 11 cents per gallon in 1939. Originally, muck seeding and cultivating were done by single-row planters and cultivators. Weeding and “blocking” lettuce was done on hands and knees, three rows at a time. After World War II, Bolens came out with a gas-powered three-row planter and cultivator, but weeding continued to be done on hands and knees.”

Efforts of man, beast and machine produced results. “Early lettuce crops were usually ready for harvesting by June 15,” Anthony said. “During the 1930s, buyers representing wholesale markets in New York City or Boston would visit our farm to purchase lettuce. [It would be] packed in light wooden crates stamped ‘NYC’ or ‘Boston.’ Crates of lettuce were also sold to the U.S. government during World War II. All were delivered in our 1934 Ford stake rack truck to the D.L.& W. Railroad depot in Fulton. A check would be mailed to my parents if the produce was sold. If not, no check was received. Sale of produce was at the mercy of wholesale houses.”

When Anthony mentioned harvesting the farm’s onion crop in late August or early September, I had no trouble visualizing the task of cutting the tops off each onion and dropping them into a wooden crate. Topping onions was my first job, at age 11, and each crate earned me 10 cents, which was good money. Better yet, I learned the value of hard work.

Following World War II, demand for muckland lettuce dropped off dramatically and it became necessary for farmers with small mucks to find other ways to sell produce. The Leottas found two winning ways. First was at a Syracuse farmers market.

“In 1947, my father and brother Joe began traveling to the Central New York Regional Market,” Anthony explained. “There they sold lettuce, celery, carrots and many upland vegetables six days a week. In 1950, I began driving the 1947 Ford stake rack truck and accompanying my father John to the Regional Market. I continued this until 1955, when I completed my studies at SU.”

This Leotta farm history triggered another memory: the Saturday morning my Uncle Joe woke me up at 4am to help him sell produce at the Syracuse Market. I was in third grade and math came easy for me, so Uncle let me serve customers and make change. I was so proud! As a reward, we stopped at Heid’s on the way home—I felt like I’d really earned that hotdog.

But thanks to another way the Leottas sold vegetables, Oswego County folks didn’t need to drive to Syracuse. Throughout the summer, farm stands could be found on many country roads, including Chase Road, where Anthony’s mother, Nellie, managed the family’s stand under their maple tree.

“Vegetables were stored on the front porch,” Anthony explained, “and my mom would come out and greet most buyers at the stand. All items were priced less than a dollar, depending on size and quantities.”

Today, there’s not a lot you can buy for a dollar, and you can bet Nellie was generous in her portions. Once home, a slice of beef or chicken and loaf of homemade bread and you’d have yourself a satisfying supper.

Unfortunately, you won’t find many local muck farms today. Due to the 1964 Forever Wild Act in New York State, draining swamps to create muck farms is no longer allowed. Many small family-owned muck farms, like the Leotta’s, have returned to swamplands.

As we wrapped up our talk, Anthony, who keeps a small garden on his family’s farm, showed me a 100-year-old hoe that he still uses for eliminating weeds. I believe him when he says “it’s the best tool” he’s ever had. At 88½ years old, Anthony is very proud of the tradition of growing a garden on the old family farm.

Anthony Leotta, seen here in the garden at his family’s farm on the Chase Road, has many memories of how crops were grown years ago.