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    • Book I: The Last Coon Hunter
    • Book II: An Exceptional Hound
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    • Book V: The Forest Ghost
    • Book VI: The Time of the Backroads (Coming Fall 2022)
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Ryland Creek

My Father's Jacket

11/16/2022

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PictureThe stream that inspired the fictional Ryland Creek.
​It’s old now--
this, my father’s hunting jacket.
I remember, as a teen, when it was new.
and trying it on when Dad wasn’t around.
How loose and bulky it seemed back then.
This, my father’s jacket.
 
During the day, my father roamed the woods
throughout Steuben, Chemung, and Schuyler counties,
fulfilling his role as a New York State Forest Ranger.
But during the fall and winter nights, he would return to these same hills,
donning this now-old jacket,
to follow the sounds of his coonhounds’ voices
Deep into the hollows
—deep into the night--
beneath a quilt of silver stars
fashioned by the Creator of All Life.
 
I was there, too,
Following in his footsteps,
with the dim beam of a two-cell flashlight,
playing on his back as he wore this--
This now-old jacket
 
This coat is tough and rugged
—much like the man who wore it--
Its thick canvas turning back the sharp spines of
Thorn apple, briars, and even multi-flora rose,
While staying the biting cold of an Upstate New York winter night.
 
Alone this night,
pondering these words in some nameless hollow,
Beneath an ancient, leafless oak,
while staring at a full moon while awaiting a hound’s call
I wear it now—this, my father’s jacket.
 
It’s not so bulky anymore, if memory serves.
(Seems a bit tight around the waist.)
But it’s certainly heavier now.
More than simple canvas,
Bearing the weight of experience.
Of tradition and family.
 
There is no one else.
The young’uns have gone their separate ways.
And that’s okay.
To each their own.
 
But perhaps someday,
an unborn grandchild will find this old jacket.
Tucked somewhere in a closet.
Tucked somewhere in time.
Maybe, she’ll even try it on
—possibly loose about her shoulders--
to follow the call of a hound into the woods. Alone.
To find what was once lost.
 
And if she’s good,
she’ll find us.
Between the front and back cover of some old books
—or perhaps somewhere--
There in the forest.
There in the dark.

Picture
This Saturday, November 19, 2022, I and nearly a dozen others will speak at the Rockwell Museum in Corning, NY, as part of a nationwide program that matches local, grade-high school teachers with "tradition bearers," who then share their traditions with the teacher's students. 

I will read My Father's Jacket there. 

The event is open to the public
--please see the flyer to the right.

Hope to see you there.

Very Respectfully,

Joseph Gary Crance


4 Comments
Bonnie Jean Sprague
11/16/2022 12:19:55 pm

What a beautiful memory and tribute.
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Joe
11/16/2022 02:44:04 pm

Glad you liked it, Bonnie.

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Jeanne Crance link
11/17/2022 03:00:52 pm

I makes me think of all the hours Shadow and I and a good book and a small clip on light, road with and waited in the truck for Dad and the hounds to return. Cherished memories.
I remember the call, 'Jean I lost Joe in the woods," My response was do not come home until you have him!

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Jeanne Crance link
11/17/2022 03:04:02 pm

That was beautiful.........I can't wait to read it to Dad.

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