Johnson Cath Smith Crisalli family genealogy - Person Sheet
Johnson Cath Smith Crisalli family genealogy - Person Sheet
NameLucy “Mother” KIMBOL (KIMBALL)
Birthapp 1812, New York23
DeathJan 187524
Census1860, Newcomb, Essex County, NY23
Misc. Notes
This is the “Mother Johnson” made famous by Seneca Ray Stoddard and Rev. Murray. Her location later became Raquette Falls House. According to her granddaughter Jennie Farmer Morehouse, they were related to Charles and George Johnson of Axton (Coreys).

Courtesy of Janet Decker:
Copied from 1983 reprint by the Chapman Historical Museum of Glens
Falls-Queensbury Historical Association, Inc. of _The Adirondacks:
Illustrated_ by S.R. Stoddard, Albany: Weed, Parsons & Co., Printer, 1874.
(pp. 93-95)

"THE INDIAN CARRY, at the southern extremity of the Upper Saranac, is
nearly two miles from Bartlett's. Located here is an old settler, [This
would be Jesse Corey. JPD] who, like nearly all the inhabitants of the
great wilderness, keeps a hotel, which is half frame, half log, with
accommodations for about a dozen guests. As we approached, a young man who
had anticipated our wants, appeared on the shore with a horse attached to a
wagon, on which we easily lifted our light boat, that, with scarcely a
moment's delay, was going over land to Stony creek.
This is the noted Indian Carry, a smooth road running through a belt of
cleared land, one mile in length: at the southern end is another family,
who, with Corey at the north, haul boats and baggage over at seventy-five
cents per load. It is said that years ago an Indian village stood here on
what was one of their principal highways -- hence the name.
THE SPECTACLE PONDS, or Stony creek ponds, are three in number; the first
a few rods in extent, the second --into which we went through a reedy gate
-- about a mile the longest way; the third very like the first. As we
passed out the deep baying of a hound attracted our attention, and almost
at the same moment a noble buck came down the hillside on the east, stood
motionless, until our guide who was young to the woods and appeared
suddenly attacked with the buck fever, fired four times at him, then turned
and bounded away, touching the ground daintily as a butterfly, or as a
feather blown by the wind, with that peculiar undulating motion so
wonderful in an animal weighing, as he did, two hundred pounds at the least.
"I'm glad of it," said the Professor, and so was I, although for the
moment the soul of a Nimrod had struggled within me and I longed to "draw a
bead" on him.
STONY CREEK, applied to the stream which we entered, is a misnomer. It
runs about three miles in making what in a straight line is but little more
than one; slow, sluggish, running through a swamp, its shores lined with
tall grass and the sprawling, ragged swamp-maples that seem to flourish
best in a watery soil. We met two or three parties, apparently bound
homeward, and then came out and floated on the red waters of the Raquette.
From the mouth of Stony Creek down the Raquette it is twenty miles to Big
Tupper lake.
Mother Johnson's is on the Raquette, seven miles above Stony Creek. All
admirers of the Rev.W.H.H.Murray, and readers of his romantic and perilous
adventures in the Adirondacks, will remember his struggle with the
pancakes, and Mother Johnson is the one who had the honor of providing
them. We reached the house at noon, and the good-natured old lady got up a
splendid dinner for us; venison that had (contrary to the usual dish set
before us) a juiciness and actual taste to it. Then she had a fine fish on
the table.
"What kind of fish is that, Mrs. Johnson?" I inquired.
"Well," said she, "they don't have no name after the 15th of September.
They are a good deal like trout, but it's against the law to catch trout
after the fifteenth, you know."
Mother Johnson moved here with her husband in 1870, and they pick up a
good many dollars during the season from travelers, who seldom pass without
getting at least one meal. Boats are dragged over the carry nearly two
miles in extent, [This is the Raquette Falls Carry, not the indian Carry.
JPD] and a very rough road at that, on an ox sled, at a coat of $1.50. A
few rods above the house is Raquette Falls, laying claim to the honor of
being Mr. Murray's "Phantom Falls." The actual fall here is probably not
over twelve or fifteen feet. Mother Johnson entertains a very exalted
opinion of Mr. Murray, with good reason, too, as his Adirondack book first
turned the tide of travel past her door, and was the means of converting
her pancakes (we had some) into greenbacks; and although she may subscribe
heartily to the belief that "man was created a little lower than the
angels," it is no more than natural that she should make an exception in
the case of the Nimrodish divine alluded to."


[Included in this passage are two small sketches -- one of the house and
one of Mother Johnson's face.]

If this was “Mother Johnson,” Edwin R. Wallace’s “Descriptive Guide to the Adirondacks” (Google Books) says that she died in Jan. 1875, “but the house will be kept open to the public.” LIsted among the Long Lake addenda.

In its main text, it says “At Raquette Falls, ‘Mother Johnson’s famous pancakes’ may be procured, and ‘Uncle’ Johnson may be employed to transport baggage over the p ortage with his oxen, for which he charges $1.50 per load. The house is a sort of blocked log concern, pleasantly overlooking the river. The falls, 1/4 m distant, are very pretty and romantic, and are entitled to all the notice they receive. That word ‘notice’ reminds us of some ‘directions to the traveler,’ we observed penciled on a barked tree on the carry, reading as follows:--
‘Notis.
Visit Fantom Falls.’
In front of the house, close to the river, on a grassgreen bluff, is an old favorite camping place. A good path leads 1 m E. to Dawson’s Pond (1/4 x 1/8), which is a vast spring hole swarming with small sized trout. Within 1/4 and 1/2 m of that are three other little ponds -- nameless and unknown to the general tourist. They are not noted for trout, but are frequently sought by deer. A “blazed” line extending 3 m westerly from ‘Hotel de Johnson,’ terminates at Follingsby’s Pond, to which the water distance is 12-1/2 m.”
At “Folingsby’s Pond” he lists “there is a comfortable shanty at the foot of the pond, and a very substantial one (Dukett’s) near the head. It is regarded as excellent sporting ground.”

(This source is filed as a PDF in the Corey file)
Misc. Notes
The Johnson family line as I wrote it in 2015:

The Johnson Family Line

Preface
The farthest back I’ve been able to trace the Johnson family line is to Israel Johnson, and whether that’s right depends on whether his grandson was William Kimbol Johnson. For a while I was unsure that William was the son of Philander and Lucy; all I had was name, geography, and trade – we know that Lucy’s maiden name was Kimbol (also spelled as Kimball). Lucy was the legendary “Mother” Johnson made famous by Seneca Ray Stoddard and others, and ran one of the earliest guide houses in that part of the Adirondacks, and William and his sons were all guides in the same area as well. It’s a strong association, not proof, but without it, the farthest back I could trace the Johnson line would be William. But at some point, William appeared in the “Town Clerks’ Registers of Men who Served in the Civil War,” and there he named his parents as Philander Johnson and Lucy Kimbol.

First Generation: Israel Johnson
The first generation is Israel Johnson. There’s an entire book about the search for a genealogical connection to Israel Johnson, titled “Clear Pond: The Reconstruction of a Life” by Roger Mitchell. [MANY MORE DETAILS TO FOLLOW]. Israel was born around ???? somewhere in Massachusetts, and married Rhoda Harmon. Around 1807, they had a son named Philander Johnson.

Second Generation: Philander Johnson (b. ~1807) and Lucy Kimbol Johnson (b. ~1812)
Philander first shows up in New York records on the 1830 census as Philander M. Johnson, living as the head of a household in the town of Moriah in Essex County. He was there at least through 1840. 1850 is the first time we get the name of his wife, Lucy, but by then they were living in Crown Point. They moved west to Newcomb in the Adirondacks by 1860, and probably before 1855. Today that’s a distance of 55 not particularly easy miles; in 1855 it was a long venture from relative civilization on the shores of Lake Champlain to an especially remote part of the state. The area had been settled and farmed around 1816, and McIntyre’s Adirondack Iron Company opened a forge there at what came to be called Tahawus, but as late as 1830 there were only eight families living there permanently. Among the earliest settlers was a family named Bissell, and it was on a farm owned by Charles and Elisha Bissell that we first see William Kimbol Johnson. (It seems very likely that the spelling was the much more common Kimball; however, the only time it’s found in the records, it’s spelled ‘Kimbol,’ so I’ve left it Kimbol for the purposes of this story.) Even as late as 1885, the Methodist Church at Newcomb was the furthest inland church from Lake Champlain, excepting only a church at Long Lake. Lumbering took precedence over the ore operations, which only enjoyed brief success, and by the 1880s the area had become something of a resort.

In 1830, Philander (about 23) and Lucy (probably 18) had a son named William Kimbol Johnson, who later said he had been born in Essex County, most likely in Moriah (the census records at that time didn’t take detailed names other than from the head of household). Around 1836 it looks like they had a daughter named Sylvia M (though in 1880 she was recorded as Selva. Census-takers weren’t always focused on accuracy, spelling or penmanship). Sylvia doesn’t figure into this story much, but she married a hotelier by the name of Clark Farmer, who ran the Hiawatha hotel on the Stony Creek Ponds in the 1870s. Sylvia’s daughter, Jennie Farmer Morehouse, wrote that she was related to Charles and George Johnson of Axton (also known as Coreys), which gives us a bit more faith in this connection.

Philander was listed as a laborer in Newcomb in 1860, with a personal estate worth $150. At the time, he was reported as 56 years old; Lucy was only 47. There’s a brief mention of Philander in 1864, in the town of Brandon, in Franklin County, but some of what was in Brandon is now in Harrietstown, which includes the area of Raquette Falls that the family seems to have settled in. Brandon was a lumbering town more than anything else at the time. Philander is noted as owing a tax penalty of 50 cents.
We don’t know exactly when Lucy Kimbol Johnson, my great great great grandmother, became the “Mother” Johnson of Adirondack fame, known for her pancakes and her hospitality in the middle of what was then some pretty remote wilderness at Raquette Falls; some reports say 1860, some say after the Civil War. We don’t know why her husband Philander isn’t mentioned by name in any of the accounts of her lodge, inn, or house, however it might be described, though he is mentioned as “Uncle” Johnson. We don’t get much of a description of what she provided other than pancakes and fish that may have been trout, and and we know that Uncle did some boat dragging and portaged luggage with oxen. But her place on the Raquette River was considered a must-visit by several of the writers who made the Adirondacks famous, including Edwin R. Wallace, Rev. William Henry Harrison Murray, and Seneca Ray Stoddard. It was Murray who first mentioned her and apparently started a stream of visitors to her house.
W.H.H. Murray wrote a book titled “Adventures in the Wilderness: Camp-life in the Adirondacks,” published in 1869. This was one of the earliest guidebooks for city folks looking to get away to the wilderness, and in it Murray provides every particular of how to get there, including where to make rail connections and which hotels to write to in order to make arrangements. It was all very complicated, and the roads were very bad at the time. Hardly anyone lived in this region, which was of course part of the attraction; those few who did ran hotels or worked as guides. There’s hardly a prominent innkeeper or guide in the Saranac/Raquette region that this family isn’t connected to in one way or another. This is what Murray wrote about Mother Johnson’s in his listing of hotels:

“Mother Johnson’s.” – This is a “half-way house.” It is at the lower end of the carry, below Long Lake. Never pass it without dropping in. Here it is that you find such pancakes as are rarely met with. Here, in a log-house, hospitality can be found such as might shame many a city mansion. Never shall I forget the meal that John and I ate one night at that pine table. We broke camp at 8 A.M., and reached Mother Johnson’s at 11.45 P.M., having eaten nothing but a hasty lunch on the way. Stumbling up to the door amid a chorus of noises, such as only a kennel of hounds can send forth, we aroused the venerable couple, and at 1 A.M. sat down to a meal whose quantity and quality are worthy of tradition. Now, most housekeepers would have grumbled at being summoned to entertain travellers at such an unseasonable hour. Not so with Mother Johnson. Bless her soul, how her fat, good-natured face glowed with delight as she saw us empty those dishes! How her countenance shone and side shook with laughter as she passed the smoking, russet-colored cakes from her griddle to our only half-emptied plates. For some time it was a close race, and victory trembled in the balance; but at last John and I surrendered, and, dropping our knives and forks, and shoving back our chairs, we cried, in the language of another on the eve of a direr conflict, “Hold, enough!” and the good old lady, still happy and radiant, laid down her ladle and retired from her benevolent labor to her slumbers. Never go by Mother Johnson’s without tasting her pancakes, and, when you leave, leave her with an extra dollar.

So we have a mention of Mother Johnson and even of her husband, whose name is given in none of these accounts. Seneca Ray Stoddard, in his “The Adirondacks: Illustrated” from 1874, also mentions Mother Johnson:

Mother Johnson’s is on the Raquette, seven miles above Stony Creek. All admirers of the Rev. W.H.H. Murray, and readers of his romantic and perilous adventures in the Adirondacks, will remember his struggle with the pancakes, and Mother Johnson is the one who had the honor of providing them. We reached the house at noon, and the good-natured old lady got up a splendid dinner for us; venison that had (contrary to the usual dish set before us) a juiciness and actual taste to it. Then she had a fine fish on the table.
“What kind of fish is that, Mrs. Johnson,” I inquired.
“Well,“ said she, “they don’t have no name after the 15th of September. They are a good deal like trout, but it’s against the law to catch trout after the fifteenth, you know.”
Mother Johnson move here with her husband in 1870, and they pick up a good many dollars during the season from travelers, who seldom pass without getting at least one meal. Boats are dragged over the [Raquette Falls] carry nearly two miles in extent, and a very rough road at that, on an ox sled, at a cost of $1.50. A few rods above the house is Raquette Falls, laying claim to the honor of being Mr. Murray’s “Phantom Falls.” The actual fall here is probably not over twelve or fifteen feet. Mother Johnson entertains a very exalted opinion of Mr. Murray, with good reason, too, as his Adirondack book first turned the tide of travel past her door, and was the means of converting her pancakes (we had some) into greenbacks; and although she may subscribe heartily to the belief that “man was created a little lower than the angels,” it is no more than natural that she should make an exception in the case of the Nimrodish divine alluded to [meaning Murray].”

Stoddard also writes a fanciful, outlandish, absurd history of the Battle of Plattsburgh (citing for instance that the attacking squadron, under Commodore Columbus, included the Santa Maria Smitha and the Mayflower) in which he namechecks Mother Johnson, 19th century style:

Soon other reinforcements began to arrive. Fred Averill’s dragoons came in Harper & Tuft’s four-horse coaches. Kellogg advanced from Long Lake, and Martin came Moodily over from Tuppers. Old Mountain Phelps slid down into the enemy, creating a panic in the commissary department; while Mother Johnson turned such a fierce fire of hot pancakes toward them that they fell back in confusion, and when Bill Nye arrived with his mounted Amazons, they fled totally routed seeing which, the attacking fleet withdrew, badly riddled, the commodore’s ship to discover America, the Mayflower only floating long enough to land its commander on Plymouth Rock, where he climbed into the gubernatorial chair and remained there until he was translated in a chariot of fire – which way the historian fails to state.

Edwin R. Wallace’s “Descriptive Guide to the Adirondacks,” 1876, says that Mother Johnson died in January 1875, “but the house will probably be continued as a hotel,” and provides us with a drawing of the house which appears to be taken from a photograph by Seneca Ray Stoddard:

His text must have been written before his appendix, for the text says,

At Raquette Falls, “Mother Johnson’s famous pancakes” may be procured, and “Uncle” Johnson may be employed to transport baggage over the portage with his oxen, for which he charges $1.50 per load. The house is a sort of blocked log concern, pleasantly overlooking the river. The falls, ¼ mile distant, are very pretty and romantic, and are entitled to all the notice they receive. . . A “blazed” line extending 3 m westerly from “Hotel de Johnson,” terminates at Folingsby’s [sic] Pond, to which the water distance is 12 ½ m.

By the way, meals at Mother Johnson’s were listed by Wallace as being 50 cents, or $1.50 for the day, $7.00 per week. By comparison, the nearby Dukett & Farmers’s lodge at Spectacle Ponds (where Lucy Johnson’s daughter Sylvia likely lived) charged 50 cents, $2.00 for the day, or $12.00 for the week, the same rate as Corey’s near Upper Saranac Lake. Jesse Corey’s inn also figures into our story. At this time, train fare from New York City to one of the Adirondack stations cost from $5 to $8. At the time, a blacksmith might have earned $18 a week (for 60 hours), a laborer somewhat less than $10. So these provisions were not on the cheap side, but all food probably had to be brought in from Newcomb and likely well beyond, so the cost was likely very high.

If we had any doubts about whether “Mother” Johnson was Lucy Johnson, Christopher Angus, in his “The Extraordinary Adirondack Journey of Clarence Petty: Wilderness Guide,” says that:

Predating even these hearty timbermen was a woman by the name of Lucy Johnson. A former lumber camp cook from Newcomb, Mother Johnson, as she was called, took up residence at Raquette Falls around 1860 with her husband, Philander. Even at this early date, the secluded spot was a natural location for the distribution of supplies to lumbermen working high on the slopes of the Seward Range.

Mother Johnson remained at the site for many years as a revered cook and innkeeper, and her legendary pancakes were immortalized in Adirondack Murray’s book. After her death during the winter of 1875, a hermit by the name of Harney snowshoed ten miles to Hiawatha Lodge [which her daughter and son-in-law Sylvia and Clark Farmer owned] to arrange for a coffin for her burial. She was supposedly buried at the foot of the cascade, but there is no sign of her grave. Christine Jerome, author of An Adirondack Passage: The Cruise of the Canoe “Sairy Gamp,” notes that a marker bearing the name Lucy Johnson stands among other stones of the same era in the Long Lake Cemetery. The tradition Mother Johnson began of providing lodging at Raquette Falls continued for nearly half a century beyond her death.

Hiawatha House was Dukett’s place on Stony Creek Ponds. Harney the hermit was Harney Frenia, who was listed as living with Philander Johnson in 1875. The Duketts were the house next door, though next door may have been about seven miles down the Raquette and some ponds away. Christine Jerome, in recounting the adventures of George Washington Sears, better known as the Adirondack writer Nessmuk, says that at places like Mother Johnson’s, out-of-season deer was identified on the menu as “mountain lamb.” This is certainly taking liberties, as it is extremely unlikely Mother Johnson’s had a menu.

Jerome also writes that:

Although she had asked to be buried in Long Lake, her request had to be deferred in the face of January realities: a frozen river, thigh-high snowdrifts, and miles of forest in every direction. The burial itself proved difficult enough. Harney had to snowshoe ten miles to find someone who could make a coffin, and then several miles farther to get the lumber. In the meantime a shallow grave was hacked out of the frozen earth on a knoll behind the inn. There was no real ceremony; besides the family only three mourners were present. The plan was to move her remains in the spring, when the river opened.

A mystery attends the final disposition of Lucy Johnson’s remains. Some historians believe she still lies beneath her knoll, but there is no trace of her grave at the falls. There is, however, a marker in the Long Lake cemetery bearing her name, and it stands among other stones dating back to her era. (Her headstone is a curious affair. On one end of the small slab someone chiseled “Old Mrs. Johnson” and then thought better of it, turned it upside down, and chiseled “Mother Johnson.” The original inscription is still visible at the grass line.) A married daughter [likely Sylvia Farmer] ran the place for a while, and for the next forty-odd years a succession of other innkeepers came and went, although the house continued to be known as Johnson’s.



Jerome goes on to say it became a residence after WWI, owned by a New York City lawyer named George Morgan, who died in 1944 and was buried on a knoll nearby; and that the final inhabitant was Charles Bryan, former president of the Pullman railroad car company After his death the state acquired the land.

A Sept. 12, 1973 newspaper article in the Tupper Lake Free Press Herald tells the story a little differently. It recounts a fire that destroyed the Raquette Falls lodge, which had been built on the site of Mother Johnson’s. It said that Charles DeLancett of Tupper Lake built a lodge there in 1910, which burned and was replaced by a new lodge by George Morgan, who died there in 1944. The article says that Philander and Lucy A. Johnson came in from Newcomb “shortly before the outbreak of the Civil War and built a crude log house in a clearing off the river, below the falls. There they catered to the needs of the passing sportsmen, trappers and loggers for food and shelter and there, on January 27, 1875, ‘Mother’ Johnson died. To get boards for a coffin it was necessary for Harney, a hired hand who had driven the oxen to haul boats around the carry for the Johnsons, to hike down river to Indian Carry and on out to Bartlett’s, between Upper and Middle Saranac Lake. ‘Mother’ Johnson was buried on the knoll behind the original log cabin, where a bronze plaque set in a rock now marks her resting place.
“Philander Johnson gave up his lonely wilderness hostelry soon after his wife’s death, leaving the area in 1876.”

In addition to all these remembrances from now-famous writers, we do have a small bit of remembrance from a family member. Sylvia Johnson Farmer’s daughter, Jennie Farmer Morehouse, wrote to the Tupper Lake Free Press in 1938. The paper incorporated her letter into a general remembrance of Mother Johnson:

The reason for this item lies in a letter received at the Free Press from a direct descendant of that grand old character – Mrs. Jennie Morehouse of Indian Lake, great-granddaughter [incorrect: she was the granddaughter] of Mother Johnson. Mrs. Morehouse is 63 years of age, and she recalls many a colorful incident from her childhood at Axton. Her father, she says, shot several panthers in that sector in the early days. His grave, and those of her grandfather and grandmother, are at Raquette Falls, where stands the old Johnson barn – more than 80 years old, and put together, in pioneer fashion, with wooden pegs instead of nails. Nails were a rare and expensive commodity in the North Woods in the middle of the 19th century.
 
“My father’s name was Clark Farmer; my mother was Sylvia M. Johnson,” Mrs. Morehouse writes. “I was born at Axton. I had two cousins, Charley and George Johnson, who lived there 40 years ago – yes – 50. I wonder if the Johnson boys, or men, who go to Raquette Lodge would by any chance be Charley Johnson’s sons, or grandsons? George had no children. Charley’s oldest boy was named Leroy. I don’t recall the others; I was only 19, or around that, at the time.”

 “I am 63 years old now, and my one desire is to see again the place where I spent my childhood,” Mrs. Morehouse writes. “That is why I am writing this letter. I want to take a trip to that dear old spot, and drop a line through between [sic] the logs of the old bridge where we used to cross the river on our way to Axton. I used to catch trout there with twine for fishline and a bent pin for a hook! I am wondering just how to get there – as we used to in the old days, by rowboat from Stony Creek, above Axton, or if there is a road so I can go by car. Please let me know if I should go in on the Wawbeek trail.”

With the passage of the half-century or more since Mrs. Morehouse lived there, it has become considerably easier to reach the old Johnson homesite near Raquette Falls, which lays claim to being the original “Phantom Falls” in the Rev. Murray’s exciting yarn. Today Mrs. Morehouse can travel by automobile from Indian Lake through Tupper Lake to Coreys – Axton, in her youth. A letter to George Morgan, proprietor of Raquette Falls Lodge, will undoubtedly result in arrangement to meet her near the Stony Creek bridge, and the remainder of the trip, about seven miles, must still be made by boat.

For the information of those of our readers who, like ourselves, arrived in the Adirondacks in a day when good highways and automobiles have replaced the guide-boat as a means of “getting places,” we can offer a little information about “Mother Johnson.” She moved, with her husband, to Raquette Falls in [illegible - 1860?]. Travel from Long Lake to Tupper was all by boat in those days, and it fell to Mother Johnson’s lot to feed the travelers, who invariably turned to her door while their boats were being dragged by ox-sled over the rough road around Raquette Falls carry. Mother Johnson became known far and wide for her pancakes, and many a man whose name was well-known throughout the country gratefully sampled her wares.

Mother Johnson died on January 27, 1875, after a short illness. Stoddard, in his volume “The Adirondacks,” printed in 1875, notes that “at the request of her husband, she was buried on a little knoll back of the house . . . the snow was so deep at the time as to make the way almost impassable, and but three, besides the family, were present at the time; but with their aid the body was laid away, with no ceremony save the sad good bye of those who loved her.”

Thanks to Jennie Morehouse’s letter, we have further confirmation that all these Johnsons were related; until uncovering a Civil War record wherein William directly named his parents, it was all hearsay and happenstance. The Charley and George she refers to as her cousins were Lucy’s grandchildren, William’s boys. They, too, became Adirondack guides. Charley did have a son named Leroy (or Lee Roy), and also had sons named Eugene, Guy and Jesse. Guy was my father’s father, so we get a little closer to the current generations.

After Lucy’s death in 1880, Philander was living in Brandon very close to Charles and George Johnson, his grandsons (through William); his daughter Sylvia Farmer was living with him. He was also very close to John and Nancy Dukett, who ran a lodge at Corey’s, at the Indian Carry. Nancy was from the Graham family, which Philander’s son William married into. Nearly everyone in this part of the woods was related in some way; not too surprising considering how few people there were in that area.

So, uncharacteristically for the time, we know very little about Philander but at least a bit more about his wife Lucy. It appears that they had son William K. in 1830, and daughter Sylvia (Farmer) around 1836, in Moriah. There also appear to have been children named Betsy (1844) and Henry (1847); I haven’t done more to track the later children down, though Wallace (1876) mentions a Raquette River guide by the name of H.D. Johnson who could be reached through the Potsdam Post Office.
Newspaper article
Tupper Lake Free Press, Thursday, July 21, 1938:

IN MEMORY OF “MOTHER JOHNSON”
Do you remember “Mother Johnson,” old timer?
Probably not. Mother Johnson, a kindly old soul whose ability to turn out miniature mountains of tasty “flapjacks” made the weary trip down the Raquette River into Tupper Lake waters something to be looked forward to by many an adventurous spirit back in the ‘60s and ‘70s, has been gone these 60-odd years. Probably in the hearts of only a few of the very old settlers is Mother Johnson’s memory kept fresh. In the books of such famous old pioneer Adirondack sportsmen as the Rev. W.H.H. (“Adirondack”) Murray, New England cleric, and S.R. Stoddard of Glens Falls, however, Mother Johnson’s name is preserved for all time.
The reason for this item lies in a letter received at the Free Press from a direct descendant of that grand old character – Mrs. Jennie Morehouse of Indian Lake, great-granddaughter of Mother Johnson. Mrs. Morehouse is 63 years of age, and she recalls many a colorful incident from her childhood at Axton. Her father, she says, shot several panthers in that sector in the early days. His grave, and those of her grandfather and grandmother, are at Raquette Falls, where stands the old Johnson barn – more than 80 years old, and put together, in pioneer fashion, with wooden pegs instead of nails. Nails were a rare and expensive commodity in the North Woods in the middle of the 19th century.
“My father’s name was Clark Farmer; my mother was Sylvia M. Johnson,” Mrs. Morehouse writes. “I was born at Axton. I had two cousins, Charley and George Johnson, who lived there 40 years ago – yes – 50. I wonder if the Johnson boys, or men, who go to Raquette Lodge would by any chance be Charley Johnson’s sons, or grandsons? George had no children. Charley’s oldest boy was named Leroy. I don’t recall the others; I was only 19, or around that, at the time.”
“I am 63 years old now, and my one desire is to see again the place where I spent my childhood,” Mrs. Morehouse writes. “That is why I am writing this letter. I want to take a trip to that dear old spot, and drop a line through between [sic] the logs of the old bridge where we used to cross the river on our way to Axton. I used to catch trout there with twine for fishline and a bent pin for a hook! I am wondering just how to get there – as we used to in the old days, by rowboat from Stony Creek, above Axton, or if there is a road so I can go by car. Please let me know if I should go in on the Wawbeek trail.”
With the passage of the half-century or more since Mrs. Morehouse lived there, it has become considerably easier to reach the old Johnson homesite near Raquette Falls, which lays claim to being the original “Phantom Falls” in the Rev. Murray’s exciting yarn. Today Mrs. Morehouse can travel by automobile from Indian Lake through Tupper Lake to Coreys – Axton, in her youth. A letter to George Morgan, proprietor of Raquette Falls Lodge, will undoubtedly result in arrangement to meet her near the Stony Creek bridge, and the remainder of the trip, about seven miles, must still be made by boat.
For the information of those of our readers who, like ourselves, arrived in the Adirondacks in a day when good highways and automobiles have replaced the guide-boat as a means of “getting places,” we can offer a little information about “Mother Johnson.” She moved, with her husband, to Raquette Falls in [illegible - 1860?]. Travel from Long Lake to Tupper was all by boat in those days, and it fell to Mother Johnson’s lot to feed the travelers, who invariably turned to her door while their boats were being dragged by ox-sled over the rough road around Raquette Falls carry. Mother Johnson became known far and wide for her pancakes, and many a man whose name was well-known throughout the country gratefully sampled her wares.
Mother Johnson died on January 27, 1875, after a short illness. Stoddard, in his volume “The Adirondacks,” printed in 1875, notes that “at the request of her husband, she was buried on a little knoll back of the house . . . the snow was so deep at the time as to make the way almost impassable, and but three, besides the family, were present at the time; but with their aid the body was laid away, with no ceremony save the sad good bye of those who loved her.”
Spouses
Birthapp 1807, New York593
Occupation1880: blacksmith; 1860: laborer24,23
FatherIsrael JOHNSON Jr. (1786-1870)
MotherRhoda HARMON (~1772-)
Misc. Notes
Listed as widowed in 1880, living right next to Charles and George Johnson, and John and Nancy Ducatt/Dukett, with his daughter Selva? Farmer. Given the very remote location of Coreys in Brandon, it’s unlikely these Johnsons weren’t related. They’re very close to Jesse Corey’s location. (See note for Jennie Farmer, proving that Charles and George were her cousins.)

In the 1830 Census, there is a Philander M. Johnson listed as the head of household in the town of Moriah, Essex County, which contains 1 male between 20-30, 1 male 60-70, 1 female 15-20, 1 female 40-50.

In 1840, there is a Philander Johnson listed as the head of household in the town of Moriah, Essex County, which contains 1 male aged 5-10, 1 male aged 30-40, 1 female under 5, 1 female 20-30.

In 1850, Philander Johnson (44?) and Lucy (35?), both of whom claim to have been born in Vermont, are listed in the census for Crown Point. With them are Betsy, 6, and Henry, 3. The census taker was lax in recording other information. No likely nearby Johnsons were immediately apparent.

In the 1860 Census, he, Lucy and Rhoda were living in Newcomb. He was 56, listed himself as a laborer, with personal estate worth $150. William Johnson had been newly arrived in Newcomb in 1855, but was no longer there in 1860.23

In 1864 he is listed on the New York District 16 Annual, Monthly and Special Lists, 1864 (Ancestry database, U.S. IRS Tax Assessment Lists, 1862-1918). He is listed as residing in the town of Brandon, and paid a penalty of $0.50 (50 cents). (Most of the penalties were less than a dollar.)

I originally didn’t find him in the 1850 census; there’s another Philander Johnson in Chautauqua County, but not the right age and explainable with another Johnson family nearby. There’s a potential match in Berkshire, Franklin County, Vermont, but that Philander appears to be married to a Cassandra, so that’s wrong.

According to Fred Provoncha, in the 1850 census, he was 44 and living in Crown Point. Fred assigns him children Betsey 1844 and Henry 1847, based on the 1850 census. He figures in “Clear Pond,” though his relation is less than perfect and clear.

See notes under Lucy for the Johnson Family Line as I wrote it in 2015.
Newspaper article
Tupper Lake Free Press Herald, 9/12/1973:
Fire Sweeps Raquette Falls Lodge Saturday
On Site Which Afforded Food and Shelter
To Wilderness Travelers for Over Century

Raquette Falls lodge, built nearly 40 years ago on the site of the original log hostelry in which “Mother” Johnson of early Adirondack fame dispensed her pancakes to hugry travelers more than a century ago, waas destroyed in a spectacular fire Saturday night.
The fire broke out about 8:15 p.m. in the generator room of the two-story log structure. Francis Mayville of Moody Road, Tupper Lake, caretaker, was working in the room, but so rapid was the spread of flames the he barely had time to escape from the room. Before he had covered the approximately 500 feet to the Raquette River half the building was engulfed in flames, and when he returned after the eight-mile run down river to Coreys to round up a crew of forest rangers under Douglas Fletcher of Lake Clear, little could be done beyond keep watch through the night to prevent the spread of fire to adjoining buildings or the forest.
The building was erected for the late George Morgan in 1934 after fire destroyed the old Raquette Falls lodge which Charles DeLancett of Tupper Lake had built there in 1910. A New York City attorney, Mr. Morgan first glimpsed Raquette Falls on a canoe trip in the 1890s and described the experience as “a case of love at first sight” which continued the rest of his life. He organized the Raquette Falls club and spent the last twenty years of his life as the “total population” of the area. Ross Freeman of Coreys built the log lodge, where a long procession of hikers and canoe parties enjoyed the hospitality of George Morgan over the years.
Still standing on the knoll behind the lodge is the log library which housed more than 2000 books, including many rare old Adirondack items, during Mr. Morgan’s day. In the lodge which burned Saturday night, Mr. Morgan died on Sept. 20, 1944. Billy Burger, author of “The Adrondacker” column in the Adirondack Record, pulished at Ausable Forks, found his body on the lodge floor the next day when he paddled down from Long Lake, and Mr. Morgan was buried in front of his cabin, behind the lodge. In his column Burger recorded that “the last act of George Morgan’s life was completely characteristic. A young couple had paddled in, and he invited them to spend the night with him and help him eat a steak he’d just bought in Tupper Lake. He was broke and lonesome, and as graciously generous as ever. During that night, he died, alone”.
The 89.6-acre parcel known as the George Morgan Estate, in Township 26, Great Tract 1, Macomb’s Purchase, site of Raquette Falls lodge, is on a carrying place used by travelers since aboriginal times to bypass the falls. All the “greats” among early Adirondack travelers, among them the Rev. W.H.H. “Adirondack” Murray, Governor Horatio Seymour, the Hon. Amelia M. Murray, maid of honor to Queen Victoria, “Seneca Ray” Stoddard, Lowell, Agassiz and the other notables of the famed “Philosophers’ Club”, camped there before Philander and his wife, Lucy A. Johnson, came in from Newcomb shortly before the outbreak of the Civil War and built a crude log house in a clearing off the river, below the falls. There they catered to the needs of the passing sportsmen, trappers and loggers for food and shelter and there, on January 27, 1875, “Mother” Johnson died. To get boards for a coffin it was necessary for Harney, a hired hand who had driven the oxen to haul boats around the carry for the Johnsons, to hike down river to Indian Carry and on out to Bartlett’s, between Upper and Middle Saranac Lake. “Mother” Johnson was buried on the knoll behind the original log cabin, where a bronze plaque set in a rock now marks her resting place.
Philander Johnson gave up his lonely wilderness hostelry soon after his wife’s death, leaving the area in 1876. Successive owners of the property have included George W. Walton (1886-1890); William McClelland (1891-1894); Martin Talbot (1894-1900); Talbot was operating the place in 1898 when Martin Van Buren Ives brought in a party of New York State legislators, on a fact-finding survey of the Adirondack wilderness, and subsequently recorded his impressions of the place in his book “Through the Adirondacks in 18 Days.”
Charles DeLancet of Tupper Lake took over the property after Talbot and ran it until 1915. Mrs. Gladys LaQuay of Tupper Lake recalled in 1967 that “all that remained of the original buildings was a one-story shack and a blacksmith shop. Dad set up a large dining tent and twelve or more tents on good, solid platforms, for guests.” Mr. DeLancett erected a comfortable frame lodge on the site of the original log hostelry about 1910.
Failing health forced him to give up the place, which was taken over by George Morgan in 1919. Charles W. Bryan of Chicago, former president of the Pullman Standard Car Manufacturing Co. and a distinguished engineer owned Raquette Falls lodge and tract during its closing years of private tenancy. His love for the region was given practical expression in 1964 when he wrote and published the first definitive study of the Raquette River from its source to the St. Lawrence, entitled “The Raquette, River of the Forest.” Mr. Bryan died March 15, 1966 in Chicago. After his death Mrs. Bryan continued to summer at Raquette Falls until she disposed of the tract, which was incorporated into the Adirondack Forest Preserve on April 2, 1970.

(NOTE - the lodge was located at what on old maps is listed as “Johnsons”)
ChildrenWilliam Kimbol (1830-<1896)
 Sylvia M. (~1836-)
 Betsy (1844-)
 Henry (1847-)
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