Emilie Loring’s books are like cardigans, not edgy or ground-breaking, but classic, comfortable across generations, and somehow always just right. … More Emilie Loring: Cardigans of Literature
What would–or could–her belongings mean to the next generation? … More What To Do With These Family Treasures?
A New York Times series, “It’s Never Too Late,” tells uplifting stories about “older” people who started new ventures, dared to try something new in their “later” years. I enjoy these stories, and I appreciate the encouragement they are meant to represent, but I also feel a little sense of rebellion about them, as I … More It’s Never Too Late to…
Two doors from Emilie Loring in Blue Hill lived the Clays. Edith Clay belonged to the Blue Hill Garden Club and the League of Women Voters. She and her second husband, George, were Emilie’s Blue Hill neighbors for over thirty years. Edith’s first husband was Francis Candage, with whom she had two children. While yet … More As Fair a Little Village as You’ll Find on the Coast of Maine
A surprise discovery about Emilie Loring was when I learned that she was born right after the Civil War. I thought that was a time when girls were raised to be less independent, to accept subservient roles in marriage, and only to work outside their homes when finances absolutely required it. That didn’t fit with … More Forward-thinking Women and a Delicate Balance
Ah, romantic summer! A season of weddings, beach picnics, and walking hand in hand… by the light of a silvery moon. By the light of the silvery moon I want to spoon To my honey, I’ll croon love’s tune Honey moon, keep a-shinin’ in June Your silvery beams will bring love’s dreams We’ll be cuddlin’ … More By the Light of the Silvery Moon
When I was in school, the yearbook put girls’ and boys’ pictures in separate sections, and I never thought about it. I went to a university that had no coed dorms and had the men’s and women’s dorms on opposite sides of the campus. I accepted that, too; I was used to being segregated by … More Why Wouldn’t a Woman Want to Vote?