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.

Lizzie

Lizzie is a welcome visitor to the farm, full of life and happiness and excitement and wonder. Boisterous and hyperactive, she charges into the wild of weedy fields, ready and willing to meet and master new adventures. Her youthful enthusiasm … Continue reading

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Dog door

The chore was two years overdue, maybe three. One late winter afternoon that was sunny if not warm, I dismounted the right half of the garage double-door, laid it across a pair of sawhorses, measured and marked it with yardstick … Continue reading

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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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