Nostalgia was the theme of my first day back in Boston. The Approach I drove in from the west on Highway 2, a winding, tree-shaded road with signs made for old-timers: “Exit 125… Old Exit 50.” The new numbering system corresponds to the nearest mile marker; the old one was sequential, a nostalgic throwback. (The … More Boston Memory Lane
“Stimulating and refreshing, an irresistible story ending on a high note of romance.” The Boston Globe When last I wrote about As Long As I Live, I focused on its humor. (See: “Dialogue Sparkles in As Long As I Live” ) Today, we’ll enter the 1930s. As you know, Emilie Loring’s books are set in … More Snapshot of the 1930s: As Long As I Live
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
Yes, I know. The ink is not yet wet on copies of Happy Landings: Emilie Loring’s Life, Writing, and Wisdom, and I’m thinking about what comes next. Emilie did that, too: The morning after I turn in a manuscript to my publisher I start another novel just so I won’t forget how it is done.” … More After Happy Landings, “Emilie Loring’s New England”
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”
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!
The broad deck was deserted. Passengers were settling their belongings in their cabins for the long voyage… A uniformed boy touched his shoulder. “Mr. Kilburn? Radio for you, sir.” His throat tightened. Was it a message from Eve? He waited until the boy had vanished into a companionway before he opened it. There’s an air … More Thanksgiving Fun: Coded Cables
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