Revisit Avonlea with Victoria, Sam and Hilde

Netflix has a new version of Anne of Green Gables called Anne With an E. From what I  read in Vanity Fair it's more Dickens than L.M. Montgomery.  Other reviewers agree.  Some reviewers like it's darker side. You decide for yourselves what you think.
For those of us who are devoted to Anne, Pen and Ink is republishing Hilde Garcia and Victoria and Sam Kroll's 2014 account to their journey to Avonlea.

Our Journey to Avonlea.

by Sam and Victoria Krol

with some thoughts from our mom, Hilde Garcia

I always knew that Avonlea was a fictions name that L. M. Montgomery gave to the setting that served as a backdrop for her novels.  She grew up in Cavendish, the prettiest spot on the north shore, as many have commented, and in her enchanting novels, she had us all fall in love with a place called Avonlea.

Then on Canada Day, while in line for Cow's Creamery ice cream, the best ice cream we have ever tasted, a lovely family told us that we had to go to Avonlea. I, of course, said, that was not the real name of the town, but they said, "No, you have to go to Avonlea.  It's an actual place."  Well, we attempted to find it on our phone and the woman says, "You can't miss it.  It's on the way to Montgomery's Cavendish home."  Imagine my delight when I thought about really traveling there. No journey to P. E. I. could be complete without a visit to Avonlea.

SO we put our phone away. No one else had theirs out and we trusted we'd find it in the morning. I stayed up late that night and read all about it on the internet though, and couldn't sleep for the anticipation of being able to walk through time.

I wondered if it would be captivating for the rest of my crew.  From what I could tell, we were going to go back in time and "play" as if we were in the novel.  It sounded like fun to me, but you know how kids are today, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

SO here are their takes on visiting Avonlea.
VICTORIA KROL
It was fun pretending to live in 1901.  Josie Pye asked me what air conditioning was when I mentioned it to her.  So I explained it during flag making time.  We also did wool dying with Ms. Rachel Lynde.  We had to fetch water from the water pump because there wasn't a sink.  And then we brought the bucket back to the tub where we were going to place the wool.  We all took turns.

"Today, we are going to dye wool," Mrs. Rachel Lynde said.  Then she pulled out some samples in different stages of the dye process.  The she said, "We're going to use this new fangled thing called Kool-aid."  Some adults chuckled.  Then she let us smell it.  It smelled like beets.  She poured the grape kool-aid into the bucket full of water.  Then she stirred it, then she dumped in the yarn and said "Let's soak the yarn in the bucket until 4 o'clock.  I ended up coming back two days later and I bought the yarn I helped die and made a scarf for me and one for my doll.

Then we did a whole bunch of other stuff.
For example, step dancing, square dancing, (not the same thing), pie eating contest, and more.

Okay readers, here's a little news flash.  The whole time we were on Prince Edward Island, we saw no one on a CELL PHONE!!  And in Avonlea, everyone was having wholesome fun!!!  The second day in Avonlea, I went to and played around with Josie Pye who was glad we had returned.  We had this shannanigan going on that started when she wrote Anne's name incorrectly on the chalk board.  My middle name is Anne, with an e, so I had to let her know.

It all started when Josie Pye told a falsehood on the first day of school.  She said that Anne broke her tablet over Gilbert's head 117 times. We knew that couldn't be true, because we saw it, it was only once.  I of course, defended Anne and told Josie my middle name was Anne, with an e.
Josie said, "It should be Victoria Josie."  And preceded to call me that the rest of the day.  During knitting with Mrs. Lynde, she announced it to everyone in the store.  I went, "Uggh!"  My dad asked why I was annoyed and I said, "Because she dislikes that my name is Anne and is calling me Victoria Josie." (But I secretly love it.)
During this whole time, Josie was waiting for me so we could go and play, but I told her I would catch up with her.  My dad and I decide to have some fun and we ran back to the school house and wrote on the chalk board Josie's name wrong five different ways.  We wrote Josey Pye, Josee Pie, Josie with the Pi symbol, and even José Torta which is Josie Pye in Spanish.

Then she came and read it and left me a note, "Dear Viktoreeeah Josie, You should focus on your spelling more. Love JOSIE PYE."  What I loved was how much she played along and she was all grown up and loved pretending.
It was hard to say goodbye.  She hugged me and told me to have a safe journey out West.  I could have stayed in Avonlea forever.
SAM KROL
When I went to Avonlea in Prince Edward Island, which is in Canada, I played a game called Crokinole with three of the townspeople who were named Tommy, Gilbert, and Moody.  Crokinole is a game where you shoot discs across the circular game board trying to land in the higher scoring regions of the board, while also attempting to knock away opposing discs.  We played about ten games together on one of the games I shot the disc so hard that it bounced off of the board and landed in Moody's shirt pocket.  Since there were four people, we made teams of two.  Every few games, we switched teams so we got to play with everybody.  Crokinole is a game that's hard, but fun.

There was also a fair and in the fair they had a pie eating contest.  The contestants that were in the pie eating contest were my mom, known as Hilde, a town boy, and two other visitors.  The winner of the pie eating contest was one of the two visitors.  My mom didn't win because the crust was stuck to the plate and she couldn't get it up off of the plate!  The contest was very funny because you could only eat with your mouth. What I mean is you couldn't use your hands.  At the end of the pie contest, my sister and I, started to dip our fingers in the pie. A few dips later, my mom told us to stop.  All the contestants had a pie mustache and by the way, the pie was chocolate!
We also participated in a sack race.  Well, it was actually four sack races. One for the small and young ones, one for the the big and older kids and two for the adults- ladies and gentlemen.  My sister got placed in the little kid race because she is short and she WON first place, and was given an
"I love Gilbert!" tattoo.  In the older kid race, I WON that race and I got the same tattoo.  My mom yelled, "Those are my twins."  My mom asked if I could have the tattoo so I gave it to her.
The adult race was very funny.  My dad came in last place because he fell down.  My mom got 3rd place because two taller girls beat her by one jump and they tied.  I think it was too close, but there wasn't any kind of replay camera.

I also played a kick ball game and threw balls into a wooden board that had holes in it and every time you made it in, you had to back up and throw from a farther distance. I did really well in that game.

  

And the pig races were awesome! It was fun and I didn't want to go.
Today's kids have a world of electronic gadgets at their fingertips. Many children today do not look up when they speak to you, have trouble reading facial expressions, and simply cannot pretend, converse, or make believe.  It's a travesty.

Avonlea to all the visitors that came and to me was a haven, hope that we haven't lost all the kids of today just yet. So many kids loved the story and loved that it was brought to life.  My kids reveled in it and suspended their reality for not one day, but two, as we simply couldn't get enough of the first day there.

The second day, feeling like we had come home, I simply let the kids run amuck doing whatever they wanted while I wandered around and shopped. They shadowed the town "children" and played with them and even skipped down the side walk.

Happier times. Simpler times.  I cannot wait to return.

It's A Girl Thing!

It's A Girl Thing!

by Hilde García

The SCBWI  Los Angeles Conference was, as always, astounding. I leave with enough inspiration to last me all year.  Key note after key note of incredible speakers, all thoroughly accessible and kindred spirits.  Exceptional break out sessions where you can really take note of skills that will hone your craft and get you one step closer to publication.

This year, one key note hit a chord louder than the others.  Shannon Hale, author of the Ever After High series, The Goose Girl, and the Princess Academy books, shook my world.  Her talk was titled, Opening Up the Clubhouse: Boys, Girls, and Genderless Books.

At the beginning of her talk, she asks, "Are you giving books about girls to boys?"  And that resonated with me.  

"Novels," she continued, "yield empathy.  The most important common denominator is the human heart."

Women's equality fought a long and hard battle to get "permission" to enter the clubhouse.  But have you noticed? We left the boys out of ours. And we have done it without realizing it.

We encourage girls to read. We hope that boys will.  We see a title and assume one gender will like it because it is a "boy" book or it's a "girl book."  She joked about how if she had known the problems the title Princess Academy would cause her, she might have chosen something else.  

Truth be told, when a 4th-6th grade boy sees the title Princess Academy, they run.  They bolt. There is no way they will be caught dead reading a "girl book."

Why let the title stop you?  If a girl reads a book about a boy who is a wizard, no one bats an eye.  If a girl picks up Percy Jackson and reads it cover to cover, over and over again, good for her!  And why not? The characters are electric and exciting- both boy and girl characters- in the series.  You fall in love with the story and it's hero or heroines, whether you are a boy or a girl.

And there are a million titles that fit that category- Old Yeller, the Hank Zipzer series, Looking for Alaska, etc., all have a boy at the center of the story and are wildly read by girls.

But what about Catherine Called Birdy? Or Pandora's Box? The Goddess Girls, The Beef Princess of Practical County, The Practical County Drama Queen? The Princess Academy?  Will a boy pick those up?  The main character is a girl. And the titles are full of words like princess, queen, and goddess.  

Most boys will not.                                                                                                    

I hold out hope that we can change that. And as a teacher, I am going to make it my mission this year, more than I have done in the past.

Shannon shared with us that are a recent school visit, they actually only brought her the females students and told the boys that it wasn't for them.  And one little boy, stayed after everyone left, to get his books signed, because as it turned out, he was a huge fan, but he didn't want anyone to know.

That is simply sad.

The main point is that if we want boys to grow up to be men who have empathy, the boys need to read stories about girls, just like girls read stories about boys.  All children need novels of all kinds to nurture empathy towards all humans.

As we drove home from the conference, I told my son about a story he should read and not to worry about the title. 

My daughter scooped it up first, and read it in two hours flat. Then Sam picked it up and you could hear him cracking up on the couch.  

"Hey Victoria," he would call out to his sister, "what'd you think of this part or that part?"  And the two of them would simply laugh until tears surfaced!

Sam couldn't care less about the title. He thought the story was excellent.  And he has also read all of the Pandora and Goddess Girl books and is an avid fan of Anne of Green Gables.  We, as a family, just finished watching the Avonlea Series that Disney created back in the 90's.  Season seven was bittersweet and heart wrenching. My husband and daughter and I were in tears, and so was Sam. And I thought, there is a boy, who will grow up to be a man who empathizes, like his dad.  

"Mom, it's so sad," he says to me with such tears in his eyes. He realized while watching that life sometimes hits you with tough blows illustrated so poignantly in the series.  He understood empathy and he loves all the characters, whether they are girls or boys.

I told Shannon, right after she spoke, that her speech resonated with me deeply. 

We had a brief exchange of mom moments and I told her about my background and how I had been left out of the clubhouse too.

She said to me, "We need your voice." And then grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

Cubans love to ensure gender specific roles.  I fought hard to break those chains. But now, my fight is harder. I have to help my son understand "girls," He has to understand their hearts. 

Now, in 2015, we have to make it about the story and not about the gender. When the story speaks to the human heart, it knows nothing except that which makes the heart sing doesn't come in any type of body or gender.  It's bigger than that.

Someone asked Shannon, "Where is the Judy Blume for boys?"  Her answer, "Judy Blume is the Judy Blume for boys."

What titles would you add to this post that would make most boys run, but if they read the story, they'd be hooked?

Avonlea is for me!

Our Journey to Avonlea.
by Sam and Victoria Krol

with some thoughts from our mom, Hilde Garcia

I always knew that Avonlea was a fictions name that L. M. Montgomery gave to the setting that served as a backdrop for her novels.  She grew up in Cavendish, the prettiest spot on the north shore, as many have commented, and in her enchanting novels, she had us all fall in love with a place called Avonlea.

Then on Canada Day, while in line for Cow's Creamery ice cream, the best ice cream we have ever tasted, a lovely family told us that we had to go to Avonlea. I, of course, said, that was not the real name of the town, but they said, "No, you have to go to Avonlea.  It's an actual place."  Well, we attempted to find it on our phone and the woman says, "You can't miss it.  It's on the way to Montgomery's Cavendish home."  Imagine my delight when I thought about really traveling there. No journey to P. E. I. could be complete without a visit to Avonlea.

SO we put our phone away. No one else had theirs out and we trusted we'd find it in the morning. I stayed up late that night and read all about it on the internet though, and couldn't sleep for the anticipation of being able to walk through time.

I wondered if it would be captivating for the rest of my crew.  From what I could tell, we were going to go back in time and "play" as if we were in the novel.  It sounded like fun to me, but you know how kids are today, so I wasn't sure what to expect.

SO here are their takes on visiting Avonlea.

VICTORIA KROL

It was fun pretending to live in 1901.  Josie Pye asked me what air conditioning was when I mentioned it to her.  So I explained it during flag making time.  We also did wool dying with Ms. Rachel Lynde.  We had to fetch water from the water pump because there wasn't a sink.  And then we brought the bucket back to the tub where we were going to place the wool.  We all took turns.

"Today, we are going to dye wool," Mrs. Rachel Lynde said.  Then she pulled out some samples in different stages of the dye process.  The she said, "We're going to use this new fangled thing called Kool-aid."  Some adults chuckled.  Then she let us smell it.  It smelled like beets.  She poured the grape kool-aid into the bucket full of water.  Then she stirred it, then she dumped in the yarn and said "Let's soak the yarn in the bucket until 4 o'clock.  I ended up coming back two days later and I bought the yarn I helped die and made a scarf for me and one for my doll.

Then we did a whole bunch of other stuff.

For example, step dancing, square dancing, (not the same thing), pie eating contest, and more.

Okay readers, here's a little news flash.  The whole time we were on Prince Edward Island, we saw no one on a CELL PHONE!!  And in Avonlea, everyone was having wholesome fun!!!  The second day in Avonlea, I went to and played around with Josie Pye who was glad we had returned.  We had this shannanigan going on that started when she wrote Anne's name incorrectly on the chalk board.  My middle name is Anne, with an e, so I had to let her know.

It all started when Josie Pye told a falsehood on the first day of school.  She said that Anne broke her tablet over Gilbert's head 117 times. We knew that couldn't be true, because we saw it, it was only once.  I of course, defended Anne and told Josie my middle name was Anne, with an e.

Josie said, "It should be Victoria Josie."  And preceded to call me that the rest of the day.  During knitting with Mrs. Lynde, she announced it to everyone in the store.  I went, "Uggh!"  My dad asked why I was annoyed and I said, "Because she dislikes that my name is Anne and is calling me Victoria Josie." (But I secretly love it.)

During this whole time, Josie was waiting for me so we could go and play, but I told her I would catch up with her.  My dad and I decide to have some fun and we ran back to the school house and wrote on the chalk board Josie's name wrong five different ways.  We wrote Josey Pye, Josee Pie, Josie with the Pi symbol, and even José Torta which is Josie Pye in Spanish.

Then she came and read it and left me a note, "Dear Viktoreeeah Josie, You should focus on your spelling more. Love JOSIE PYE."  What I loved was how much she played along and she was all grown up and loved pretending.

It was hard to say goodbye.  She hugged me and told me to have a safe journey out West.  I could have stayed in Avonlea forever.


SAM KROL

When I went to Avonlea in Prince Edward Island, which is in Canada, I played a game called Crokinole with three of the townspeople who were named Tommy, Gilbert, and Moody.  Crokinole is a game where you shoot discs across the circular game board trying to land in the higher scoring regions of the board, while also attempting to knock away opposing discs.  We played about ten games together on one of the games I shot the disc so hard that it bounced off of the board and landed in Moody's shirt pocket.  Since there were four people, we made teams of two.  Every few games, we switched teams so we got to play with everybody.  Crokinole is a game that's hard, but fun.

There was also a fair and in the fair they had a pie eating contest.  The contestants that were in the pie eating contest were my mom, known as Hilde, a town boy, and two other visitors.  The winner of the pie eating contest was one of the two visitors.  My mom didn't win because the crust was stuck to the plate and she couldn't get it up off of the plate!  The contest was very funny because you could only eat with your mouth. What I mean is you couldn't use your hands.  At the end of the pie contest, my sister and I, started to dip our fingers in the pie. A few dips later, my mom told us to stop.  All the contestants had a pie mustache and by the way, the pie was chocolate!

We also participated in a sack race.  Well, it was actually four sack races. One for the small and young ones, one for the the big and older kids and two for the adults- ladies and gentlemen.  My sister got placed in the little kid race because she is short and she WON first place, and was given an
"I love Gilbert!" tattoo.  In the older kid race, I WON that race and I got the same tattoo.  My mom yelled, "Those are my twins."  My mom asked if I could have the tattoo so I gave it to her.

The adult race was very funny.  My dad came in last place because he fell down.  My mom got 3rd place because two taller girls beat her by one jump and they tied.  I think it was too close, but there wasn't any kind of replay camera.

I also played a kick ball game and threw balls into a wooden board that had holes in it and every time you made it in, you had to back up and throw from a farther distance. I did really well in that game.

  

And the pig races were awesome! It was fun and I didn't want to go.


Today's kids have a world of electronic gadgets at their fingertips. Many children today do not look up when they speak to you, have trouble reading facial expressions, and simply cannot pretend, converse, or make believe.  It's a travesty.

Avonlea to all the visitors that came and to me was a haven, hope that we haven't lost all the kids of today just yet. So many kids loved the story and loved that it was brought to life.  My kids reveled in it and suspended their reality for not one day, but two, as we simply couldn't get enough of the first day there.

The second day, feeling like we had come home, I simply let the kids run amuck doing whatever they wanted while I wandered around and shopped. They shadowed the town "children" and played with them and even skipped down the side walk.

Happier times. Simpler times.  I cannot wait to return.

Pilgrimage to Green Gables

Anne Country- by Hilde Garcia

L. M. Montgomery as a child

A photo taken near the end of her life.

You never know what peace is until you walk on the shores or in the fields of Prince Edward Island on a summer twilight when the dew is falling and the old old stars are peeping out and the sea keeps its nightly trust with the little land it loves.  You find your soul then- you realize that youth is not a vanished thing but something that dwells forever in the heart. And you look around on the dimming landscape of haunted hill and murmuring ocean, of homestead lights and old fields, tilled by dead and gone generations who loved them- and you say, “I have come home.”

From the L. M. Montgomery Journals, Vol. 61, 4/9/1936

From the moment I set eyes on the southern shores of P. E. I., my life-long desire for this pilgrimage had come to fruition. My heart swelled at the sight of the red cliffs, the rolling green hills, and sloping farmlands peppered throughout the landscape.

This is the Lake of Shining Waters

Anne Country.  That’s what the northern shore is called by the guardians of the island- the fine people who keep the spirit of kindred alive every day, and in a way, keep L. M. Montgomery alive too.  We have been so welcome here.

Our 6 bedroom, 1800’s farm house, Annandale, is located outside of Kensington in Long River.  It's so like Green Gables, I feel I’ve traveled in a time warp. Annadale's former owner, Victoria Howatt, sang at Maud’s wedding and had tea with her in the very kitchen where I made cookies this week.  Here are photos of all the bedrooms. My family and I played musical beds all week to try them all!

My cookies have now traveled to P. E. I. Canada

Silver Bush was Maud’s favorite place according to her journals.  This was the homestead of John and Annie Campbell, L. M. Montgomery’s aunt and uncle.  It’s now the home to the Anne of Green Gables Museum.  She spent her happiest times there and eventually was married in their downstairs parlor.

Silver Bush

My family and I took a carriage ride with “Matthew”- (his real name is Donald)- over the lake of Shining Waters and to the sea.  She wrote four novels about Silver Bush- Pat of Silver Bush, Mistress Pat, The Story Girl, and The Golden Road.

Lover's Lane, behind the home of Silver Bush

Matthew aka Donald getting the horses ready for a carriage ride.

I had the pleasure of meeting Pam Campbell, a descendent of Aunt Annie and Uncle John, who runs the AGG Museum now. Pam's brother and wife own the property.  Pam grew up not a fan of Anne, wanting to be far away from this shrine, only to return as an adult, discovering Anne for the first time, succumbing to her irresistible charm.  Is there anyone Anne doesn’t eventually enchant?

Pam Campbell, my daughter, and Lady.

Maud, as she was called by those who knew her, was born in the town of Clifton, which is now called New London.  At 21 months old, she went to live at the Cavendish home of her maternal grandparents.  

The home in Clifton where she was born

The Cavendish home is no longer standing, but the "real" Green Gables, the home of David Montgomery Jr. and his sister, Margaret, cousins of Maud's grandfather, is and it's where Maud spent most of her days and where her inspiration for Anne derived.  

The "real" Green Gables in Cavendish

John Macneill, a great-grandson of Alexander and Lucy Macneill, and his wife Jennie, live on this farmland, which was passed down to them through generations of Macneills.  They carefully restored the site and tend it.  I met them both, really, and their granddaughter also named Jennie, who works at the bookstore on their property. (Granddaughter Jennie is the 6th generation Macneill).

Jennie Macneill (wife of John Macneil) tending the Montgomery garden.

The Bookstore on the site of the Cavendish Home.  Jennie, the granddaughter, is inside tending the bookstore.  Her grandfather told me the funniest story about the snow being so high this winter, that he took the sled and went down the hill from the second floor!  A kindred spirt to Anne indeed.  He was a child when Maud passed away.

We spent a day in the Avonlea village, which pays homage to a simpler way of life. This village allows you to step back in time.  So my daughter and I did by dressing for the part.  We dyed wool with Ms. Rachel Lynde, played games with the Avonlea school children (excellent performers), sat in the schoolhouse where Maud taught in the town of Belmont. (The actual school house was brought to this village in its entirety as was the church and the manse.)  

I called my daughter, Anne.  My son loved the pig races and my husband loved the school concert at the end of the day.  We ended up coming back on Friday and spent an additional morning playing.  It was so hard to leave.

Growing up, I read to escape my world and L. M.’s world was captivating.  Her descriptions of the people from this island transcended country, culture, and time.  Their plight was intoxicating and I couldn’t get enough of them.  I could find part of me in every story, in every book.  When I arrived here, it was like a tryst I’d kept with my soul, for I promised myself more than three decades ago that I would travel to this idyllic place.

And travel I did and it was the road that made all the difference.

My children running down the lane to our cottage.  It was a third of a mile and it did them in!

And why does she speak to me? An immigrant Cuban girl from Hialeah, Florida of no particular importance, with no great claim to fame?  We couldn’t be farther apart or more different.  What could we possibly share? Well, for one, a love of books, a love of words.  A need to hold on to the past? An inexhaustible spirit, like Anne’s?

During a time when women were meant to stay home, Maud defied those constraints by becoming a published author, repeatedly, while being a wife and a mother.  Her works have been in print for more than 100 years, and are still cherished by young and old.  What she wrote is as relevant today as it was then.  Her published journals and letters give us a glimpse of who this woman really was and those only make you cherish her works more deeply.

Especially if you consider that she typed her entire body of work, after writing it longhand in many cases, on this typewriter. No copy and paste feature at all!

Being here is powerful and magical. The island’s charm is a warm glow that stays with you while you are on the island. And even once you leave.

On the Annandale porch. Right after this was taken, we packed in a rush to leave in order to beat Hurricane Arthur. We left that night at 11pm, drove all night, and hit the storm in Maine, outside of Bangor, where we pulled over to wait it out.  It's a good thing we did.  Nova Scotia was hit that morning, all flights were canceled, and more than 100,000 homes were without power.

Saturday, 5pm, 18 hours of driving later and through the storm, we arrive at JFK and return our Canadian rental car. Don't let the photo fool you, we are so tired, we were absolutely punch drunk. We all promptly crashed when Grandpa took us home!

The following words I read in a foreword of a book I bought.  They ring so true in my heart and when I read them this week, every road and country lane on P. E. I. was sunlit bright, like the beams of light that lanterns from lighthouses shine on sailors so they can find their way home.

"Everything L. M. Montgomery taught me was more valuable than any of the history lessons I learned later, and for me she is the writer who understands more than anyone what it is to come out of a country that was basically rural and become a player on the world stage because of circumstances.  I understand the continuing appeal of her work because I have never forgotten it.  I have never considered it to be a ‘childish thing.’  I have never put away L. M. M.  I love her to this day.”

-by the Right Honourable Adrieanne Clarkson, PC, CC, CMM, CD-

the 26^th Governor General of Canada

Foreward in Imagining Anne-

The Island Scrapbooks of L. M. Montgomery.

I have never put her away.

I love her to this day.

I found my way home.

 

This is real estate for sale.  So tempting!

MONTGOMERY’S BODY OF WORK

Her Works

NOVELS
1908	Anne of Green Gables
1909	Anne of Avonlea
1910	Kilmeny of the Orchard
1911	The Story Girl
1913	The Golden Road
1915	Anne of the Island
1917	Anne's House of Dreams
1919	Rainbow Valley
1920	Rilla of Ingleside
1923	Emily of New Moon
1925	Emily Climbs
1926	The Blue Castle
1927	Emily's Quest
1929	Magic for Marigold
1931	A Tangled Web
1933	Pat of Silver Bush
1935	Mistress Pat
1936	Anne of Windy Poplars
1937	Jane of Lantern Hill
1939	Anne of Ingleside

POETRY
1916	The Watchman and Other Poems
1987	The Poetry of Lucy Maud Montgomery

SHORT STORY COLLECTIONS
1912	Chronicles of Avonlea
1920	Further Chronicles of Avonlea
1974	The Road to Yesterday
1979	The Doctor's Sweetheart
1988	Akin to Anne: Tales of Other Orphans
1989	Along the Shore: Tales by the Sea
1990	Among the Shadows: Tales from the Darker Side
1991	After Many Days: Tales of Time Passed
1993	Against the Odds: Tales of Achievement
1994	At the Altar: Matrimonial Tales
1995	Across the Miles: Tales of Correspondence
1995	Christmas with Anne and Other Holiday Stories

JOURNALS
1985	The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery Volume I: 1889-1910
1987	The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery Volume II: 1910-1921
1992	The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery Volume III:1921-1929
1998	The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery Volume IV:1929-1935
2004	The Selected Journals of L.M. Montgomery Volume V:1935-1942

LETTERS
1960	The Green Gables Letters: from L.M. Montgomery Ephraim Weber, 1905-1909
1990	My Dear Mr. M: Letters to G.B. MacMillan from L.M. Montgomery
2006	After Green Gables: L.M. Montgomerys Letters to Ephraim Weber, 1916-1941

ESSAYS
1934	Courageous Women

LYRICS
1907	The Island Hymn

AUTOBIOGRAPHY
1917	The Alpine Path: The Story of My Career

To learn more about her and this beautiful island, visit these links:

Site of the Cavendish Home:                       http://www.peisland.com/lmm

Site of Green Gables Heritage Home:         http://www.parkscanada.gc.ca/greengables

Site of the Campbell Homestead:                 http://www.annemuseum.com

Site of L. M.'s Birthplace:                            No website. The number is 902-886-2099

Site of the L. M. Montgomery Institute:       http://www.lmmontgomery.ca/