“You never can tell at sunup what you’ll bump into before sundown…” Here Comes the Sun Since my last post, I have torn out carpet, rejuvenated wood floors, patched and painted walls, scrubbed just about anything that would sit still long enough, cooked meals, hung curtains, sorted books, rescued an antique dresser, shopped for furniture … More Emilie Loring: Bookstores and Secret Drawers
The 1950 Census was released on April first, 72 years after it was taken. This was Emilie Loring’s last census, one more chance to learn something about her. Think of all that can happen in ten years, in the world and in a life. In 1940, the United States had not yet entered into World … More Where Did She Go? Trying Out the 1950 Census
Lisa Greiner’s guest blog takes us back to those first readings of Emilie Loring’s books and shares the enthusiasm that drove her to learn more about their author. How old were you when you read your first Emilie Loring book? Do you remember which one it was? Was it set in the big glittering city of … More Guest Post: I wanted to be the heroine in her novels
The notes I’ve taken about my research have become as valuable to me as the information I’ve found about Emilie Loring. In this entry, I meet her grandson for the first time. July 14, 2003 “Yesterday afternoon, I took the train to Lexington–a subway stop with the interesting name of “Alewife”– and Selden Loring came to pick … More Journal entry: Treasure at the Lorings’
It’s that time of the year when gardeners’ fingers itch to get back into the dirt. Snuggled under afghans, cradling hot drinks in our hands, we turn the pages of our gardening catalogs and dream of the months to come. “Growth rampant, fruit long and slim, dark green throughout the entire length with a light … More Emilie Loring’s Gardens
Meeting the Lorings was serendipity. The Wellesley Hills Historical Society holds several items that belonged to Emilie Loring, including her orange-blossom wedding veil and a fringed shawl. When I told the director, Don Chaffee, that I was researching her life, he offered, “I went to high school with her granddaughter. Would you like her phone … More “I love your grandmother.”
The Emilie Loring Collection 