Nearly a decade after Emilie Loring bought and renovated Blue Hill’s Stone House, she recalled, “In the cellar was a well of the clearest, coolest water, and a space walled in with granite. There was also a ghost, which interesting if not wholly alluring fact was kept discreetly in the background till the purchase money … More The Ghost of Stone House
Today’s post is for you who follow this blog and tell me how much you’d love to see Maine yourself. In Blue Hill this year, I visited friends, made little discoveries, and snapped photos that speak of the place, of Emilie’s times and ours. If you’ve read Emilie Loring’s descriptions of Maine for years, you … More Welcome to Maine. You’re Already Here in Your Mind
“History is not only an accounting of past events, but also a reflection of the thoughts and feelings which accompanied those events…” … More Friends Along the East Blue Hill Road
Think back to the place where you grew up. Remember the sights and sounds, the characteristic smells and tastes, plant life and animals. Think about how you went from place to place–on foot? in a boat? on the subway? Did your town change a lot as you were growing up? Did you move from that … More Geo-Biography: The Importance of Home
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”
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
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
The Emilie Loring Collection 