On June 25, I will be travelling to Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, for L. M. Montgomery and War, the Eleventh Biennial LMM Conference, at the University of PEI. This year’s conference commemorates one hundred years since the beginning of WWI.
This is my fourth trip to this conference, and it’s an exciting event for Lucy Maud fans and scholars from around the world. I will be staying in downtown Charlottetown, a short walk from the harbour, the Anne of Green Gables Store, and the Anne of Green Gables Chocolate Shop. The chocolate shop will definitely be one of my stops.
Enjoy a tourists welcome to the Anne of Green Gables National Park. Remember, Anne is an industry for the island.
Charlottetown is a beautiful city, and it would be a challenge to find friendlier or more engaging people anywhere in Canada. Charlottetown itself is an older city—as far as Canadian cities go. During my last two trips to the conference, I had the good fortune to stay at the Great George, which I was told hoasted the fathers of confederation at the Charlottetown Conference in 1864.
The Lucy Maud conference starts on Wednesday, June 25, and I will be presenting on Friday, June 27. My paper for the conference explores post-traumatic stress in Montgomery’s fiction, specifically rilla of Ingleside and Jane of Lantern Hill.
While Montgomery wrote only one book exclusively about World War I, the conference will feature papers and presentations that cover war in all of its implications in her fiction.
Watch for updates and photographs from Prince Edward Island as the conference gets closer. If you haven’t’ read Rilla of Ingleside, Montgomery’s novel about the war from the perspective of the home front, you should know that the book largely comes from Rilla Blythe’s point of view, Anne’s youngest daughter. Rilla has to grow up as the community responds to the war and the war effort. Here is an excerpt.
“We must keep a little laughter, girls,” said Mrs. Blythe. “A good laugh is as good as a prayer sometimes—only sometimes,” she added under her breath. She had found it very hard to laugh during the three weeks she had just lived through—she, Anne Blythe, to whom laughter had always come so easily and freshly. And what hurt most was that Rilla’s laughter had grown so rare—Rilla whom she used to think laughed over-much. Was all the child’s girlhood to be so clouded? Yet how strong and clever and womanly she was growing! How patiently she knitted and sewed and manipulated those uncertain Junior Reds!
Rilla of Ingleside, Chapter XII