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
I arrived in Blue Hill as the sun was setting. I hurried to buy basics at the Trade Winds grocery store and a take-away bowl of haddock chowder from Marlintini’s. Thus supplied, I drove out the East Blue Hill Road, wishing I could stop at each of my favorite places but racing the clock. The … More Arrived in Blue Hill!
A consequence of knowing the history of a place is that, when you see it in the present day, each place, each structure, has two meanings–what it is today and what it was like before. This week in Blue Hill, Maine, I’ve delighted in the present. The weather has been lovely. Even the few rainstorms … More Then and Now in Emilie Loring’s Blue Hill