In This Place: May 14, 2014

Here’s to Our Man on the Street: Clarke A. Sanford
by Trish Adams

There is no way to measure what our communities owe Clarke Sanford. A progressive, brave, brilliant young man who bought the News in 1904 on a note with $1,400, he was in front of every trend for six dec­ades: motion pictures, automobiles and, always, getting the news. His grandson Dick will tell you the News was something of a hobby until after the wars, before then he was too busy building our hospital, a theatre, car dealerships and goin' fishing.


In This Place: April 30, 2014

In honor of Arbor Day, I’m providing some snapshots of life in Margaretville’s CCC camp of the 1930s. One of FDR’s most popular “New Deal” programs, the Civilian Conservation Corps put young men to work around the country, planting trees, build­ing roads and trails during the Great Depression and affording these young men a chance to earn a buck, grow up and even get some education on the side.


In this Place: April 23, 2014

The ad is from the March 7, 1913 edition — you'll find more fun advertisements after our stories...The ad is from the March 7, 1913 edition — you'll find more fun advertisements after our stories...


In This Place: April 9, 2014

Fishing for Tales
by Trish Adams
I got myself into another whole kettle of fish this week with “fish­­ing.” Those of you who have yet to plumb the archives don’t know what happens when you search for “fish­ing” – an ocean of material “jumps” at you, and if you don’t go after every one, well, the best tale might get away!
So I did my best, and got an education into fly fishing at the same time. There’s enough great fishing lore in the News to keep us going for many a season more.


In this Place: April 16, 2014

By Trish Adams

April: Whatever Weather Wends Our Way
Easter comes late this year, and so will my Easter column. Instead I thought we'd enjoy a good old-fashioned olio of thises and thats. When trying to attract the reader’s eye, it never hurts to start with true crime or have “murder” in the headline, even if one didn’t occur. In this “crime most dog-gone foul,” the only real tragedy seems to have been the loyal family pet (what kind of coward shoots a dog?) This murderous gang was so inept they didn’t even have their victim’s first name down pat. And three of them chickened out.