Timber Jones

The Legend of Jack Evergreen, as recalled by Timber Jones

High in the north woods of the Yukon there lives a great lumberjack by the name of Jack Evergreen.  He lives alone in a log cabin that his great-grandfather built many years ago.  Smoke always pours out of the chimney as it is very cold where Jack lives.  Inside the cabin is only a bed,…

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 The Ringing of My Axe

By Timber Jones In the fall of the year, my lumberjack soul awakens. For the next six months, my chores revolve around the felling, limbing, and bucking of trees. It all begins in the evening within the walls of my shop. By the glow of lantern light I take grindstone in hand and sharpen my…

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This Is My Ozarks

By Timber Joseph Jones I grew up on a river at the foot of a mountain in the Hudson Highlands.  As the river wound around the mountains and out of sight, I often wondered where it flowed.  It was here that the seeds of a searching spirit were sowed.  Although I didn’t know yet what…

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Seven Great Men By Timber Joseph Jones

In a story I read of an immigrant recalling his first impression of America, he said, “The coastline was rugged; like the American men themselves.” Oh, how things have changed. Traditional masculinity is on a sharp decline.  100 years ago, Theodore Roosevelt made the observation that “Men are becoming too office bound, too complacent, too…

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What Have We Done?

By Timber Joseph Jones Nothing that I have is my own. It is all for the next generation. In my shop hangs an axe that will one day go to the man my daughter marries. Another axe will go to my nephew. I look forward to handing them over at the right time. In my…

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