Author Archives: Jerry Johnson

About Jerry Johnson

Curmudgeon. Bird hunter and dog trainer; indifferent wing shot. Retired journalist and college public relations director. Novelist and short story writer. Freeholder: 50-acre farm with 130-year-old log house. Husband, father, grandfather. Retired teacher, coach, mentor. Vicious editor. Blogger.

Smearcase

Beulah Fern hated smearcase. Hated it worse than fried mush, worse than turnip greens, hated everything about it: the way it tastes, smells, looks, feels in her mouth. Schmeirkase, the Germans call it. Scotch-Irish Appalachia white trash called it smearcase, … Continue reading

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My very own 25-ton wood splitter

LATE WINTER of 2018-19 was a terrorist with an atomic weapon. Fifty inches of new snow, six weeks of continuous sub-zero temperatures – some days as low as -40 Fahrenheit, ice-coated driveways, 30-40 mile-per-hour winds that snapped brittle-frozen limbs from … Continue reading

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April awakes the Chimera

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

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

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

“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

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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