Do you have a nickname? Do you remember when you acquired it? Barbara wrote in last week after receiving her copy of Happy Landings: Emilie Loring’s Life, Writing, and Wisdom: I got my book and have read through Emilie’s marriage to Victor Loring. I learned that she was called Bess, Bessie, and Betty as a … More Emily, Emilie–Why the Change?
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
Habits die hard, especially when they are reinforced, as my research habit was recently. I had a few minutes to myself and thought, “I wonder if there are any newly digitized pages in the Maine newspaper database.” (You know, like everyone thinks sometimes.) And there were! The danger of finding new information, of course, is … More But Wait! There’s Still More!
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
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
I wake up when morning’s first rays strike the foot of my bed. I raise my head and can already see blue sky, trees, and water. I rush to don shorts and sneakers and head for the beach. This is not as direct as you might imagine. A woodsy path carpeted with wintergreen leads to … More Open to Discovery in Blue Hill, Maine
The Emilie Loring Collection 