𝙂𝙧𝙞𝙩, 𝙂𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙂𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣: 𝙈𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 '𝟲𝟬𝙨     Growing up in Ogdensburg in the ‘60s and ‘70s, there was a...

Being only about a block away from our house on Hamilton Street, it was less of a destination and more of an extension of my living room....

It’s the end of World War I. The skies, once filled with the roar of engines and the courage of young pilots, are now eerily quiet. The...

It’s September 16th, 1928, the place is the ‘burg. Bert Geddes, of Pine St, is stunned to learn that part of an aircraft, the flywheel,...

“We’re losing him!” cried the nurse. “I’m going to have to reroute the artery around the heart!” the doctor shot back. “Quick, I need...

I hadn't seen any documentation in the History of Ogdensburg Facebook group regarding the history of Ogdensburg street names...

Well, my recent column on 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘺 𝘘𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 in the ‘burg seemed to bring back a lot of good memories for people, so let’s try it this...

It’s a warm summer night in June in the ‘burg; it’s the kind of night you only get a handful of times a year, when you are comfortable...

In the 'burg, Dairy Queen was more than a place; it was a feeling. It was the anticipation in the pit of your stomach as you rounded the...

It’s 1940, and Hitler has been marching across Europe, conquering and occupying many countries. The world is tense; Hitler is determine...