One frigid day in the winter of 1965, Don Therre, 11, trudged alone across the frozen surface of Oneida Lake, dragging behind him a heavy steel bar that ice anglers call a spud. Toes growing numb ...
Every community has its chronicler, someone who makes it their life’s mission to weave together the forgotten history of a place into a coherent story. For Oneida Lake, that person is Jack Henke. Over ...