Main Street & Store

Main Street & Store around 1915

Paper Company Store

Store 1908

Boarding House at Pulp Mill

Hotel & Store

The Hotel

Main Street Newton Falls - Hotel

Newton Falls Hotel 1924 - Photo from Howard Doyle & his son, Bernie

Bar

Looking at the Pond from the Hotel

View from Hotel

Water Tank and Sulfite Room - View from the Hotel

Same picture as above - color - 1910

Framing a Building - early 1900s

Flood

Newton Falls Dam 1910

Sluice Gates at the Dam

Village Water Tower 1924

Photo from Howard Doyle & his son Bernie

HM Turner pioneer shoes, groceries, dry goods notions - Graham Bumgarner's Co

Skyview

School 1907

Public School 1920s

Photo from Howard Doyle & his son Bernie

New York Central RR - 1925

Photo from Howard Doyle & his son Bernie

Train Stations - NYCRR

Post Office & Stores

The Club House

NF Church

Catholic Church 1907

St Anthony's Church

St. Anthony's Church 1917

Bridge Near Newton Falls - 1909

Steam Shovel in Ore Pit 1907

Wayne Lumber of 110 West 40th St NY - Lumber at Our Newton Falls, NY Mill (1920s)

Clifton Supply Company - New Store

Mill in Winter

Mill 1905

Paper Company 1908

Conveyor & Wood Stock Pile

Mill 1909

Paper Mill 1912

Paper Mill & Digester 1914

Digester Buildings and Pond

"Sulphite" Mill

Blowing a Digester

Another View of the Mill

Logs in the Oswegatchie

Paper Company

Mill around 1915 - Train in background

Loading Logs

Photo from Howard Doyle & his son Bernie

Homes & Logs - View from Post Office

Slightly different shot from picture above

Mill 1907

Work Crew

Paper Mill - Tower of Men 1924 - Photo from Howard Doyle & his son Bernie - this was a Fair or Exhibition

Memories of Newton Falls

by Howard Doyle
Bernie Doyle [bdoyle@sasktel.net]

In the fall of 1920 my dad (Bill Doyle) left his homestead farm in Morse, Saskatchewan, Canada. My folks decided to return to U.S.A. So they took off the crop of 1921 and had an auction sale of wagons, horses, and farm machinery. We arrived at my grandfather – L.P. Doyle’s place in Natural Bridge New York.

I remember the train ride there. I was sick most of the time during it because of the motion, the clicking of the wheels on the rails, the smoke from the locomotive, and the endless procession of telephone poles, trees and other objects that seemed through the train windows to be passing us in the opposite direction.

When we arrived in Natural Bridge I was feeling better and my brother Joe and I were amazed at the scenery, especially the big trees. We had never before seen anything larger than bushes so we became “Tree Huggers”. As the family walked along the streets, he and I would dash up to one tree after another and try to measure it by throwing our arms around them. My mother was embarrassed by our antics. We visited all our relatives, some in town and some on their farms a few miles away. They were glad to see us but as my dad later said, “After you’ve been there five minutes they hand you a milk pail”.

Finding no work around Natural Bridge, my dad went to Newton Falls, 30 to 40 miles N.E. of Natural Bridge. Here he found work at the paper mill, and as well found living quarters and more work a half mile north of town. Here was a large two storey house that took in boarders. We ran the boarding house 4 years, from 1921-1924. My mother managed the place along with some hired help-a kitchen boy and a maid.

Across the river (Oswegatchie is its name) by the bridge and powerhouse and a short way to the left was a creek with two or three beaver dams on it. Brook trout were in the pools. Gus Buel, manager of the sawmill used a fly rod to catch them, then put them into a wicker basket “creel” hanging by a strap over his shoulder. Blackberries abounded there too.

Straight ahead of the bridge and a little to its right were many smooth “trunked” beech trees that were 16” in diameter. Their fruit or nut is shaped like a pyramid, ½” to a side. The tasty meat or kernel inside is so difficult to get at that only chipmunks, and snoopy kids, succeed. Just behind our house was another tree that bore filberts or hazelnuts. The shell is covered with a grey papery covering that looks like and feels as soft as mouse fur. But when you peel off the covers, tiny invisible hairs penetrate your fingers, which in no time become so sore that you give up and leave the nuts alone.