Archives for July 1999

Rokeby and The Robinson Family

Rokeby in Ferrisburgh, Vermont, is first on my list for high quality, fascinating small house museums in my state for a number of reasons. It’s near my home; it’s a beautiful late eighteenth century Vermont cape house; and it was home to a writer, Rowland Evans Robinson, and several painters, including his daughter, Rachael Robinson Elmer, nationally-known for her postcard designs.

Fitzgerald, Hemingway And The Sun Also Rises

“Dear Charley – You wanted to know the decision on Hemingway: We took it, – with misgiving. There was of course a great [question]. I simply thought in the end that the balance was slightly in favor of acceptance, for all the worry [and] general misery involved.”

Hemingway in Key West

In the mid-19th century in Key West, the cigar industry transformed the island into the thirteenth largest port in the country. To get an education and to relax while they worked, the cigarmakers hired lectores, or readers, to keep them up on the news and the classics. These lectores read in both English and Spanish.

The Sun Also Sets: A Visit to Hemingway’s Grave and Memorial

It’s quiet here at Hemingway’s Grave. Sun Valley is filled with late afternoon light and there is a chill in the air. A new red truck drives into the cemetery, parks, and three large men climb out. They come over and ask where Hemingway’s grave is. I point to the long stone slab I’m standing next to. It is inscribed: Ernest Miller Hemingway, July 21, 1899- July 2, 1961. Mary lies next to him.

The Story of Edith Piaf

Edith Piaf has always had a cult following. A voice like hers comes along perhaps once in a century. Her sad and valiant life story steals hearts.

Hemingway in Pamplona

I’ve fashioned a makeshift costume out of light khakis, a white t-shirt, and a wild west red bandanna. With me in the line at the bus station are young Spaniards, their uniforms exact: white trousers, white tunics, and the official San Fermin scarf, neatly tied in front and draped across the back. Inexplicably, I’m at the front of the line, a solitary American in questionable attire, and as such am duly ignored.

Hemingway at Shakespeare & Company

For Ernest Hemingway, the walk from his Latin Quarter flat to Gertrude Stein’s pavillon at 27, rue des Fleurs, would […]

Carl Sandburg’s Connemara

Twenty-four miles south of Asheville in Flat Rock, NC, there once lived a Midwestern poet that wrote for the common man. His name was Carl Sandburg. He was a Pulitzer Prize winning poet & biographer, most famous for his Chicago Poems, American Songbag and massive biography of Abraham Lincoln.

Remembering the Alcotts

By Linda McGovern The New England landscape and communities that Louisa May Alcott both cherished and used as inspiration for […]