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A quarterly publication of the Anne of Green Gables Society, providing excerpts of L.M. Montgomer.'s books, short stories, romantic poetry, memories of life at the turn of the century on Prince Edward Island, and articles on L.M. Montgomery's family and lSet up an RSS feed
Kindred Spirits back issues
Chronicles of an old garden.(flowers in the work of author L.M. Montgomery)
December 22, 2002... It was one of those nights on which one might fall asleep and dream happy dreams of gardens of mirth and song... The Golden Road Mirth is joyousness and a song is a poem for singing; so it is the words of LM Montgomery's poem The Garden in Winter that adds a joyous song to our...
The girl with the red scarf.(Short Story)
December 22, 2002... When Frank and I heard that a new family was coming to live next door we hoped that there would be some boys in it--one boy, at least. Boys were scarce in Springdale. There wasn't a single boy nearer to us than half a mile, and that was too far away for much use when it came to games. We...
Our Kindred Spirits share.(a woman's fond recollections of author L.M. Montgomery's works)
December 22, 2002... She had brought a trunkful of books all by LM Montgomery. Dear Kindred Spirits, My nationality is Dutch and I live in Amsterdam at the moment, but I was born in Indonesia on the Isle of Bali in November 1932. Bali is a very special Island with a Hindu based religion and all...
Dear Kindred Spirits.
December 22, 2002... I'm always glad to see a New Year, said the Story Girl. --The Golden Road Averse from the Christmas message of King George VI, 1939, hanging in the Anne of Green Gables Museum at Silver Bush was hand embroidered by George's mother, Ruth Campbell. This verse still carries the same...
The woods in winter.(narrative)
December 22, 2002... ... last night the snow came...... enough to transfigure and beautify, but not enough to spoil the walking; and it did not drift, but just fell softly and lightly, doing its wonder-work in the mirk of a December night. This morning, when I awakened and saw the world in the sunlight, I...