“Summer” officially begins with the summer solstice on June 21st, but around here, school is out, and summer vacation has begun!
Summer is the time to air out the cottage, put fresh linens on the beds, and open our minds to possibility.
The desire is universal. Inland people stream to the coasts; coastal people go up to the mountains. Rural people go to big-city plays, museums, and concerts, while city people go to the countryside and shore for hikes, boating, and campfires.
“It is only for the summer. When fall comes I will have a brand-new outlook, will have recovered my sense of direction, will know what I want to do with my life.” I Hear Adventure Calling
The lure of summer is timeless. We slip on summer clothes–looser, more colorful–enjoy hobbies and friends, and spend more time out of doors. Even foods are more fun–crisp, cold watermelon; hand-churned ice cream, grilled corn and burgers, picnic baskets, and campfires with smores.
“What a day for a picnic! It’s glorious! Don’t you love this, ‘the-world-is-mine,’ feeling, Dal?” Here Comes the Sun!
Emilie Loring’s summer cookies:
“One likes something to nibble with a cold drink, so when there is sour cream on hand we have the following cookies in the larder. Cream one half cup of butter and one cup of sugar; add one well-beaten egg and one half cup of sour cream into which has been stirred one quarter teaspoon of sifted soda. Sift two and a half cups of flour with three and a half level teaspoons of baking powder and beat well into first mixture. Add one teaspoon of vanilla. Drop from teaspoon in small rounds on buttered tin. Sprinkle with grated cocoanut and bake in hot oven.”
Emilie Loring, For the Comfort of the Family: A Vacation Experiment, 1914
Emilie Loring’s Summer Vacations
When they were first married, Emilie and Victor Loring vacationed at grand hotels on the coast. They danced, motored, and sailed, with attentive service from the depot to the dining room.
It was vacation season and the town was a paradise for vacationists who liked the sea. They were sprinkled over boardinghouse lawns, perched on boardinghouse rails, crowded the street in every variety of sports clothing. I Hear Adventure Calling
Emilie’s mother, sister, brother, and friends–even her characters–went abroad from time to time in the summer, but not Emilie. Instead, she and Victor took their young sons to the Rangeley Lakes, where they fished, hiked, and rowed.
This camping experience had poured new spirit through her veins. Never had she known life as she had lived it in the past forty-eight hours. Two nights she had slept on balsam boughs with the fragrance of pines and the smell of a wood-fire stealing into the window to drug her to dreamless sleep. In the early morning she had plunged into the icy water of the lake. A Certain Crossroad
But for most of her life, Emilie Loring summered at Stone House in Blue Hill. Like Melissa Barclay in Give Me One Summer, she, too, managed renters on her property.
“Observe that each house has a motorboat moored in the offing. That is included in the rent. The cottages were Aunt Hetty’s pride and she furnished them luxuriously even to books and boats.” Give Me One Summer
“All the young people, rustics and rusticators–that is what the natives call the summer people–played around together.” A Certain Crossroad
Emilie did some writing during the summer, but she usually wrote from September through May and simply vacationed at Blue Hill. She gardened, she read, she visited with friends, and she stored up ideas for her next, engaging novel.
Is it any wonder that her books are like mini-vacations themselves?
She drew the clear air deep into her lungs. She must make the most of it. Soon the ground roar of a big city, the wail of motor horns, the screech of fire sirens, would be in her ears instead of the swish of pebbles on the beach and the fain moan of a distant buoy. Give Me One Summer
Summer Reading, Summer Possibilities
Summer reading is amazing. There’s nothing quite like reading a book in dappled sunlight with the sound of water nearby and no schedule to keep. Read, nap, get a snack, read some more…
Lucky us, though: We can steal away to a Maine lighthouse, a Cape Cod chowder house, a Boston townhouse, or a Wyoming ranch any time we want. Just pick up an Emilie Loring book–or get one on Kindle–and off we go.
Is this the summer that you will visit Emilie Loring’s Boston, Cape Cod, or Maine? Will you complete your Emilie Loring book collection? Maybe try some of her recipes?
Summer is here, and the world is wide with possibility. Let’s see what we can do with it!
“Curious, isn’t it, what a change of outlook will do to one’s point of view?” As Long As I Live