And miles to go…

Has another month really gone by?

Since Emilie’s birthday on September 5th, I’ve attended to family affairs. Chief among these were the burial of my sister’s ashes and attendance at the gorgeous, lakeside wedding of her daughter.

A beautiful, September wedding!

At our family’s lake house, fall means picking apples, storing boats for winter, and “fall cleaning”–the version of “spring cleaning” that people in northern climes know to do before winter’s darkness closes in.

Alone in the evenings, I pored through trunks of old photos and memorabilia. What treasures!!!

Having traveled for ten of the last twelve months, I felt the satisfaction of accomplishment. I also felt a need to slow down a moment and catch up with myself before the next challenges come.

Into the water I pushed my kayak, usually the start of a vigorous paddle from lake to lake. This time, I took my time, meandered to the next lake over, and paused.

With my paddle across my lap, I allowed the boat to bob and drift. Benches and chairs on people’s docks seemed oddly comforting–places of rest in a beautiful place, ready for the sitting.

Sometimes, we just need a quiet place to be.

Now she craved time to think, to recollect herself–she had seen that phrase somewhere lately and liked it. Recollect oneself. It meant so much.

A Certain Crossroad

“Recollect,” as in, to remember. And “Re – collect,” in the sense of gathering oneself together again.


She closed her eyes and sleepily drifted into the past.  She was in her grandmother’s living room.  A mirrored wall reflected the Burgundy-rose hangings, Louis XV chairs covered with petit point and two consoles, each topped with a porcelain bowl filled with pink tulips.  From the long window she looked out at the Basin.  It was the time of day she loved.  A blue sky turning pink and violet beyond the Technology Buildings, an east wind rippling the green water into meringue-topped wavelets, the slanting sun turning windows to plates of gold.

Beyond the Sound of Guns

We remember those whom we have lost, and, if we are lucky enough to have them, memorized songs, poems, and passages return to revitalize us.

“Memory stores are wonderful props in time of worry and anxiety.”  

The Mother in the Home

It doesn’t have to be deep, only familiar.

Uncharted Seas

“Oranges and lemons sing the bells of St. Clemens” The words her father had taught her when she was a little girl hummed rhythmically through her memory.  He had loved to hear her chant them.  And that other song, “When I grow rich ring the bells of Shoreditch.  When I grow—“

High of Heart
“Procrastination is the thief of time.”

Emilie’s father was a prolific writer whose plays were laced with original bits of wisdom and quotes from others:

Keep a stiff upper lip, and never say die.

Do all the good work you can with your money, but … never let it appear in the newspapers.

“Where ignorance is bliss, ’twere folly to be wise.”


“Hold tight!”

Emilie’s quotes were often little pick-me-ups for characters in a spot of trouble:

“Do you remember that line of Petruchio’s?  ‘Little fires grow great with little wind.'”

A Certain Crossroad

He could fit an appropriate line or two of verse to any situation.  She took down a volume of Milton.  The book opened as if from habit at a page in Comus.  Had her brother marked the lines: 

“That power

Which erring men call chance.”

Hilltops Clear

“Nothing so strong as gentleness.  Nothing so gentle as real strength.”  Her grandmother’s favorite quote from Saint Francis de Sales echoed through her mind.

Keepers of the Faith
“Keep straight on.”

She strengthened her morale by repeating to herself a bit from a Thomas Burke novel she had memorized to use as a prod on just such an occasion as the present.  “Life is a one-way road and once you’ve got on a particular road the law says, keep straight on.  And you’ve got to, whether you want to go that way or not.”

As Long As I Live

Did you memorize something as a child that you remember and enjoy now? My children learned stanzas of Robert Frost’s “Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening” to earn snacks at the swimming pool, and I feel sure they know them still. As challenge has piled upon challenge this year, the last line has come to me more than once:

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep

And miles to go before I sleep–and miles to go before I sleep

Robert Frost

Do you have a favorite quote from an Emilie Loring novel that occurs to you without having a book in your hand?

In these COVID times, I return to these:

“Leg over leg, the dog went to Dover.”

“The beautiful things in life are just as real…”

Morning on the lake

I’m home again and back on the job. Four generations will arrive soon to fill this quiet house. I can’t wait for my mom to meet her great-granddaughter!

Happy landings, everyone!

11 thoughts on “And miles to go…

  1. Reblogged this on Perthinent and commented:
    Since I haven’t blogged for a while, I thought I’d share something I enjoyed reading by another blogger. Here’s Patti Bender on the power of remembered lines. And here are my recollections of Wordswoth’s poetry:

    The world is too much with us; late and soon,
    Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
    Little we see in Nature that is ours;
    We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!

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  2. Patti, this is a lovely post and shows the strength and wise perspective that undoubtedly is helping you deal with sad loss. The photos and quotes are a pleasure, offering color and cheerfulness to your readers. Emilie would be proud of you!

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  3. The Doc Randle quote comes to mind right away for me as well. So many titles are pithy meaningful statements on their own. I like the title “It’s a Great World” because it provides hope and promise in a crazy mixed up world…as we live in today. “There is Always Love” reminds us that the important things remain when everything else seems not to be stable and steady. I enjoy some of the lingo of the day. Saying some one’s “a real corker” makes me smile. Drex Hamilton saying “Stars in Your Eyes, Sister” is a good one as well.

    I reserve the right to add more later! 😃😁

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  4. I wish I had a great line memorized. I do like this one: Life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, chocolate in hand, champagne in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming woo-hoo, what a ride?

    I still remember a lot of The Raven. 🙂

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    1. Also on the theme of full living, I like this from Erma Bombeck: “When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left but could say I’ve used everything you gave me.”

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