The notes I’ve taken about my research have become as valuable to me as the information I’ve found about Emilie Loring. In this entry, I meet her grandson for the first time. July 14, 2003 “Yesterday afternoon, I took the train to Lexington–a subway stop with the interesting name of “Alewife”– and Selden Loring came to pick … More Journal entry: Treasure at the Lorings’
Swift Water is so different from Emilie Loring’s other novels. When Jean Randolph arrives home, Ezry Barker asks, “Say, Jean, been gittin’ into trouble so soon? Seems though I see th’ old symptoms. Didn’t fetch the Turrible Twin along with ye, did ye?” But that’s just what this book is about: terrible twins. Jean’s mother … More Tragic Undercurrents in “Swift Water”
“I’m perched on the lookout spying for goodwill ships and treasure islands, and priceless friends, and lovely summer seas with just enough squalls to make me appreciate fair weather.” Uncharted Seas I can well imagine this as a quote from Pemaquid Point’s Lighthouse, standing sentinel for its one-hundred-eighty-first year on the coast of Maine. You’ll … More Inspiring Pemaquid Point, Maine
It’s that time of the year when gardeners’ fingers itch to get back into the dirt. Snuggled under afghans, cradling hot drinks in our hands, we turn the pages of our gardening catalogs and dream of the months to come. “Growth rampant, fruit long and slim, dark green throughout the entire length with a light … More Emilie Loring’s Gardens
I love finding true-life connections, as I did last summer with Gay Courage. Nancy Caswell lives with her father in the parsonage at Sunnyfield: “There were little rabbits with upstanding ears cut in the yellow shutters. Gay orange and white awnings shaded the porches, boxes spilling over with yellow and white and purple blooms, adorned windows … More Traces of Gay Courage
You have to intend to go to Boothbay Harbor, as you will never stumble upon it. Leaving Highway 1, we arrive first at Wiscasset, home of an exceptionally quaint bookstore, and cross the Sheepscot River to Highway 27, which winds its never-hurry way to Boothbay Harbor. Long before I’d been to Maine, I’d heard of … More Romantic Boothbay and Southport
When I travel to Blue Hill, I fly into Boston, pick up my luggage, and go right out to the curb to get on the Concord Bus Line for Portland. I could go all the way to Bangor and rent a car there, but I like to poke around first in some of my favorite … More Portland on the Run
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