Gay opened the box and lifted out a mass of crimson roses which flooded the room with fragrance. “My word, how gorgeous, Gay! Two dozen! Look at the length of the stems! I’ve heard that red vibrates. Now I know it. Each one of the roses is broadcasting a message. Today is Yours Spring has … More The Vogue of Roses, Emilie Loring Style
If you are new to Emilie Loring, “Why?” is a fun story on its own.
If you are a longtime “Emilie” reader, watch for elements that later appeared in her full-fledged novels. … More An Original, Emilie Loring Story: “Why?”
What would–or could–her belongings mean to the next generation? … More What To Do With These Family Treasures?
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. A … More In Her Footsteps: Vacation at the Rangeley Lakes
The steamer left Foster’s Wharf at five o’clock in the evening. The year was 1910, and they were in for a splendid ride. … More By Steamship to a Coastline “So Rugged and So Beautiful”
Emilie Loring won blue ribbons at the Blue Hill Fair for three years running. They grew on either side of her Stone House front door. … More Blue-Ribbon Nasturtiums at the Blue Hill Fair
I wake up when morning’s first rays strike the foot of my bed. I raise my head and can already see blue sky, trees, and water. I rush to don shorts and sneakers and head for the beach. This is not as direct as you might imagine. A woodsy path carpeted with wintergreen leads to … More Open to Discovery in Blue Hill, Maine