The Pike Log: Random Entries About Making His Story Mine
July 2, 2013
Vermont's Northland Journal
It was bittersweet to find this unpublished profile of my great uncle, the man Dad generously credited with stepping in to raise him when Dad's own father, and Uncle Harl's widowed brother, left his three children to be raised by the family on the old Pike homestead in Upper Waterford.
I had only known my great uncle as an ancient man with legs bowed at the knees from arthritis, from the epitaph Dad had carved into his tombstone in Glenwood Cemetery in Littleton, NH, from the stories of the Herbert kids who had the advantage of an extra grandpa as their next-door-neighbor, and as the man to whom Spiked Boots: Sketches of the North Country is dedicated.
When Vermont's Northland Journal put out a call for farm stories, I took Dad's 7,000 words and pared them down:
Just as the Boston & Maine Railroad was about to promote Harley Pike to engineer and give him his own engine (the dream of every fireman), he was called back home to the family farm in Waterford. His old parents told their only unmarried son that if (more…)
March 19, 2013
I might not make.
Thatís the record Thoreau set with his little experiment of living by himself in a cabin by the pond outside of Concord, Massachusetts. A little more than 780 days. Me, Iím 420 days living in rural America, and Iím not sure Iím (more…)
February 6, 2013
January 6, 2013
December 3, 2012
Though, to be honest, the ever-present beckoning of chocolate anything can make my glands go Pavlov in a nanosecond. On a magazine assignment Saturday I drove north more than 60 miles in lightly falling snow. The itineraryís bonus was the (more…)
November 26, 2012
July 28, 2012
Good for you!
When I moved from the Jersey Shore suburbs to 50 miles south of the Canadian (more…)
June 12, 2012
April 30, 2012