My original plan was a schedule of events that began in March and ended in late September. I was going to come to Oregon for the birth of my first grandchild and stay a couple of weeks to help out afterward. Then, I planned to go home to host our wine club–this time, the “bold … More “It Meant a Change in Plans”
I was recently asked what hardships Emilie Loring endured as she forged her faith. I answered, first, that she was raised in the Universalist Church (before it merged with the Unitarians) and switched to the Congregational Church after her marriage to Victor Loring. As for hardships, I mentioned the deaths of her father, mother, … More Keepers of Our Memories
How impossible it is to be in the throes of attraction, “blinded by love,” and have to decide, sanely and for a future yet unknown, “Is this ‘the one?'” … More What Then is Love?
For people who know the story, a person’s collection expresses a part of their personality long after they are gone. … More The Personal Patina of Book Collections
There’s really something in the air here in Blue Hill. Coincidences, happy accidents, call them what you may, you just can’t make this stuff up. Longtime Blue Hill friend, Bob Slaven, keeps his eye out for Emilie Loring books. Together, we are trying to complete the Blue Hill Public Library’s collection–or at least, the stories … More You Can’t Make This Stuff Up
Glasses clinked, toasts were pronounced, and even a few hummingbirds took a sip to celebrate Emilie Loring’s 152nd birthday! Think about it: When Emilie was born, there were only 38 states, and Andrew Johnson was President. She lived from Reconstruction through World War I, Prohibition, the stock market crash and Great Depression, World War II, … More A Toast to Emilie Loring!
Many of us love Emilie Loring’s books, because we see ourselves in them. We share her gumption in striving toward a vision, her belief in the best and her sunshiny outlook. This post is dedicated to Ellen Jenken, the creator of a wonderful Emilie Loring garden and the inspiration for our annual tea, with a … More Love Shared Is Love Multiplied
