Take a few moments for yourself, and enjoy Emilie Loring’s memories of Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill in the 1930s. “Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill! Was there a lovelier sight in the world, Julie wondered? “Candles in every window and a vague spirit of reverence silencing the milling crowds. Candles in rigid rows. Candles in … More Emilie’s Christmas Eve on Beacon Hill
Greetings, all. I am back from a much-needed vacation! Blue Hill was wonderful. I always feel close to Emilie Loring there. Nova Scotia inspired. Cape Cod made connections. And Boston reassured. This was where Emilie began and her biography took root. Every time I am here, I feel the necessity of telling her story. Now that … More Travails of Biography: The Brutal, Problematic and Necessary Job of Editing
Wouldn’t it be fun to spend a week in the setting of an Emilie Loring novel? … More Home, Sweet Mansion!
Were he alive today, Emilie Loring’s father, George Melville Baker, would be on all of the entertainment and talk shows. Funny and eloquent, George could sing, act, and keep an audience in stitches with one-liners and jokes. He was a Boston insider, connected with the movers and shakers of his day: Charles Dickens, Mark Twain, theater players, … More Baseball’s Original Cast: Tallymen, Base Tenders, and Strikers
One hundred fifty years ago, September 5, 1866, at 5 Chardon Street in Boston, Maria Emily Baker was born to George Melville Baker and Emily Frances (Boles) Baker. If there were an “On the Day You Were Born” greeting card back then, it could have included some of these… “Here are the headlines on the … More Happy 150th Birthday, Emilie Loring!
If Emilie had climbed the Park Street Church tower in 1872 and looked west, past the Boston Common, she would have seen a view like this one. In the near ground is the Public Garden. On the left is the Arlington Street Church, the Church of the Covenant towers behind on Newbury Street, and Commonwealth Avenue … More When the best stories are both new and old
What is it about lighthouses that so captures our imaginations? I have loved them since I was a kid, and I grew up in Arizona. The first lighthouse I saw in person was at Cape Hatteras, North Carolina when I was seven, and I already loved them. That was because my sisters and I had seen … More Thrill to the Romance of Lighthouses
