Hello, Folks! My name is George Rutherford. Now, most of you never heard of me and how I came to be buried in the Evergreen Cemetery, out west of town but,  if you gather ‘round and sit a spell, I will tell you how I came to be there.

Away back when horses provided the pull, water the power, and men with caulks in their boots rode the logs to the mills, Winegar was a boom town.

On June 23-24th, there will be lots of excitement in town, as we once again celebrate “Presque Isle Days”.

Helen Larson, Blake Phillips, Joyce Bowers, Ross Oxley, Mr. Soami, Marie Long, Mr. Piersall, GladysHill…….What do these names have in common? Well, if you guessed that they, among others, were all former teachers at the town’s grade school, you may move your desk to the head of the class.

Today, our village is called “Presque Isle”, which means “almost an island”. But did you also know that, in times past, we were known by not one, but two, other names? Let’s go back to the early 1900’s and see how it all began……