When Margaret “Peggy” La Tulip Focarino ’77 was a fifth grader in the ’60s, most girls her age wanted Barbie dolls or Easy-Bake ovens. She asked her parents for a telescope.
The stories are out there: in Brooklyn, in Atlanta, in San Francisco, in Mesilla, N.M., and in tiny Upstate New York towns like Rensselaer Falls.
On the seventh floor of an aging West 52nd Street building, on folding tables, corkboards and floors, they are creating.
Rafael G. “Jova” Rodriguez ’98 insists he’s no hero.
Todd Pagano ’96 isn’t trying to win awards.
Oswego Founder Edward Austin Sheldon left behind a window into his life — his autobiography. In honor of Oswego’s Sesquicentennial celebration, we excerpt here some snippets of Sheldon’s stories.
The nurseryman Edward Austin Sheldon would probably liken it to the seeds of the maple tree propelled by the wind.
Sometimes, late at night, Capt. Joe Liselli ’87 would go up to the roof of the FDNY Ten House for a view of “the pit.”
Alumni everywhere recognize Shady Shore as one of the most beautiful, historic buildings on campus.