Ogunquit, 1947 Ogunquit, Maine is a vacation beach town. In 1947, it was both salve and inspiration for Emilie Loring. Her husband, Victor, had died in February, and when summer came, she didn’t have the heart to go back to an empty Stone House in Blue Hill. But the call of Maine was still strong. … More Retracing Emilie Loring’s Steps in Ogunquit, Maine
It astonishes the simple, excites the interest of the curious, and presents a problem to the student. Nothing so universally commands the attention of all ages and classes of people. … More Fish Stories from the Vault
If you: admire women who achieve big goals and keep their sense of humor; like reading, travel, and good conversation; have imagined living in different times and places; have heard of Emilie Loring and want to know more about her, then grab a snack and a drink, and settle back to enjoy the movie. … More Come and have a seat. The show’s about to begin.
A chance meeting often leads to a new idea, and pretty soon, I’m in discovery mode, learning something I hoped to find or finding something I had no idea existed. … More Good Things Happen in Small Places
Blue Hill, at last! It’s great to be back! I checked in at the Blue Hill Inn, which was called “Bluehill House” when Emilie stayed here in the 1920s and 30s. I wonder which rooms she stayed in. This one, perhaps? It’s nice to think so, I’ve walked in so many of the same places … More Emilie Loring Slept Here
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
