JUD BARTON AND JACK DANIELS: THE TALE OF A DENTIST

  At the juncture of the Mill Pond and the Schroon River, a creaking metal bridge fords a waterfall where, on a mid-summer’s night, red, yellow, blue and green spotlights glimmer on the water. A billboard advertises, “Horicon Day,” featuring water slides for the children, cotton candy and a fireworks display. In the fall, a…

BESSIE

  Decades before Google, Tesla, Nissan and Mercedes, to mention a few, tested driverless cars, Bessie, an inhabitant of Brant Lake owned a driverless car. Or so it seemed. As a child, I remember seeing Bessie’s black Model T racing past me at 12 mph when I went to the general store for penny candy.…

CAPTAIN AUSTIN ROSS

  They say that Captain Austin Ross was a man who knew no bounds. Migrating to Horicon from Vermont at the age of 5, he enlisted in the Union Army, (not at 5), and then returned to Horicon as a farmer and lumberer. That was when he tested life by air,  by sea, (meaning Brant…

KEEPING UP WITH THE BIRDS

  According to the Audubon Society, if you have a birdfeeder the birds should be fed year round, but since I winter in New York there is an extended period when my birdfeeder is empty—waiting for the spring thaw. Some humans have experimented with this esoteric diet, namely; eating for six months of the year…

THE RURAL CEMETERY

 Once every autumn, on my way to Brant Lake, I visit the rural cemetery on the outskirts of Albany. It is a journey into memory. The cemetery lies beyond a meadow where horses graze and September asters, blue and delicate, pay homage to the evolving seasons. Last year, a small tractor, its young driver mowing…

SIOBHAN

  In the 1850’s, their country devastated by the potato famine, an influx of immigrants from Ireland arrived at Brant Lake. Many settled near Tannery Road where they cured hides in the local tannery. Descendants of this Irish population still live in our community and one afternoon I interviewed an Irish lady I will call…