Monthly Archives: March 2019

April awakes the Chimera

Posted on March 29, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

April awakes the Chimera This will be the year of our redemption, we tell ourselves. We do not speak that hope aloud, give voice to the fantasy that we can regain the heat and hunger of younger days. Pipe dreams … Continue reading →

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Mud and buzzards

Posted on March 22, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

Two sure signs of spring greeted us on this morning’s walk around the farm: mud and buzzards. The mud is the product of a wettest-ever autumn, much winter snow accumulation, hard-frozen ground, and the torrents of water that flowed across … Continue reading →

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Orin’s farm girl

Posted on March 16, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

Mary Martha died at thirty-two, three years after her husband was killed in a tractor roll-over accident, leaving two children, a girl fourteen and a boy ten, with the only close-by family able to take them in being her sister … Continue reading →

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Saving the world

Posted on March 15, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

“You cannot save the world!” One peril of writing essays about the importance of preserving and conserving the wilderness and wild places of the North Country is occasional reproach from more “progress-minded” readers that my views are out of step … Continue reading →

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Doggerel

Posted on March 13, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

Each time I post on my blog I send a group email message to about 20 friends with the link to my most recent piece. For the “Best breed of bird dog” posting uploaded March 12 (https://dispatchesfromanotherntown.com/2019/03/12/best-breed-of-bird-dog) the group email … Continue reading →

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Best breed of bird dog

Posted on March 12, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

  Best breed of bird dog When all the stars are in full display and the Moon shines down upon The campfire murmuring down to coals and the Jameson whiskey’s gone, The double guns are cleaned and oiled and the … Continue reading →

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Strange birds

Posted on March 11, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

         

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Old stories never grow old

Posted on March 9, 2019 by Jerry Johnson

        Old stories never grow old         Stop me if I’ve told you this one,” he says, though he knows he has, and knows I never will. Each telling of the story from sixty … Continue reading →

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