The Dairy Tax Shelter

“I’ss how the rich gits richer,” explained Eddie Purinton, blowing his left nostril onto the ground with his right index finger. “Some newfangle’ plan where ya sell yer cows t’a… Read More

Lyla’s Bucket

Hardwood Flats does not appear on most local maps but is used by locals to describe an unmarked space between Elmore, Wolcott, and Worcester. It is a hardscrabble bog of… Read More

Anne’s Biddies

It’s the second Sunday of Advent and Anne Stone braces for Christmas. Anne has been a nurse at Copley Hospital for 48 of her 69 years. As a young woman,… Read More

Darcy and Father LeFarge

According to his lifelong friend, Père Renaud, who was with him at his bedside when he died, Father LeFarge’s last words were, “I have never forgotten the face of any… Read More


Tommy cannot breathe. His 31years of smoking Luckies have shortened his breath, infusing it with viscous phlegm that makes him cough and keeps Ann awake at night worrying that he… Read More

Mr. Skiff’s VW

In 1952, Morrisville’s closest contact with the outside world was its neighbor Stowe, where tony people had begun to settle to enjoy the Nosedive, the National, the Perry Merrill, and… Read More

Doc’s Come-along

The Mud City Loop Road meanders deep into the Sterling valley and back out to Morristown Corners. Morris Orvis and Doc live along the north branch of the dirt road… Read More

Lyle’s Dump

The dump’s fading red embers were reflected above in the dusk settling over Morrisville. Sullen rats, emboldened by the quiet, scurried about amid the refuse searching for food scraps. Most… Read More

Jack Daulton’s New Mailbox

Notice in the Morrisville Post Office from the Police Department: On August 13th and 18th the Morrisville Police received numerous complaints of mailbox vandalism. These random vandalisms took place on… Read More

Wyvis’ Fence

When Wyvis Bushway bought the McKean place sometime after the War, farms cost less than a used car today. Those who knew Wyvis had no idea where the money came… Read More

Twist and Shout

Breaking and entering, or “B ’n’ E” as Officer Hubbell called it, was one thing, but B ’n’ E in the white Methodist church of a small New England town… Read More

Edgar’s Mother’s Chimney

The Flats Road lined in parts with regal old sugar maples, meanders east, turning almost immediately to dirt after diverging from its sibling, the Centerville Road. In fall, the road… Read More