“Her Christmas Ships” by Emilie Loring
“We haven’t any money to spend, but we have love and time and an opulent imagination…” … More “Her Christmas Ships” by Emilie Loring
“We haven’t any money to spend, but we have love and time and an opulent imagination…” … More “Her Christmas Ships” by Emilie Loring
Today’s quick post comes from the Sunday edition of the New York Tribune, January 25, 1914, which illustrated “Woman’s Varied Interests.” Besides housework, the featured interests included dancing, menus, and etiquette. Woo hoo! Before she became a novelist, Emilie Loring had different writing goals. You may recognize some of the following as text that appeared … More “Find Drama in Your Housework!”
Last week, Dr. Peter Gerard overheard Jean Maxwell’s declaration, “I will never marry a physician!” Let’s see what happens next… … More Part II: Emilie Loring’s “Why?”
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?”
Out over the bay a dagger-winged jaeger made a sudden swoop and snatched a fish from a careless tern, leaving the complaining bird to flap disconsolately away for further hunting. Behind the Cloud I don’t know how many times I read this sentence in Behind the Cloud without ever wondering, “What is a jaeger?” It’s … More “Behind the Cloud”– A Closer Look
Summary: Bettina Bradlee had second thoughts after her hasty war marriage to Neil Carrington. He returned from service to find her recovering from a severe bout of flu and decidedly cool toward him. Bettina has gone to a Maine cabin to think things out, but Neil is there, too, investigating a lumber theft. We left … More Sunday Story: “White Magic” in the Maine Woods, Part II
Ready for more summer reading? Let’s step back one hundred one years for this novella by Emilie Loring. The road seemed to force its way through a growth of mammoth pine, spruce, and cedar which crowded close, as though jealous of the space it occupied. Some branches were snow laden, from others dripped long, glistening … More Sunday Story: “White Magic” in the Maine Woods, Part I