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
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”
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
Every year, near the Fourth of July, Emilie Loring left steamy Boston for the cool coastline of Maine. If you’ve read this blog for any length of time, you know that I go there each year, too. But the pandemic has changed things, and rather than get too sad about cancelling my cottage this year, I … More Yes, We Can Go to Maine!
She was waiting at the Gift Shop for the films she had left to be developed when she became aware of the man standing beside her looking at bracelets. Sharp-eyed, rapier-tongued Ella Crane, the saleswoman, was expatiating on the charm and desirability of an ugly super-expensive silver band. As she went to the window to … More Emilie Loring’s Last Book: To Love and to Honor
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