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History at Eye Level

Reviewers tend to describe my novels as “character driven.” I not entirely sure what that means but I’ve been repeating it for years.

It suggests, I suppose, that my fiction is longer on dialogue than plot or physical description. Given the title, cover image and first-person narrator of my new novel, it would be fair to assume that I started by creating the character of Addie Baum, The Boston Girl herself.

But that’s not how it works for me. My historical novels have all been inspired by a “found” story that raised a question in my mind.

The Red Tent: Jacob and Leah have a daughter named Dinah who steps into the spotlight for a brief, violent moment and then vanishes, setting up a question: what really happened to her, and what happened next?

The Last Days Of Dogtown: A Massachusetts settlement becomes a ghost town; all that’s left today are cellar holes, some legends, and a list of wonderful names. Why did the town die and who was the last man or woman out?

Day After Night: In 1945 Palestine, a daring rescue is carried out, freeing all of the Jewish prisoners held in a British internment camp. Who was inside the women’s barracks, what happened to them during the war, and what was it like to be woken out of a deep sleep and led to freedom on a moonless night?

The Boston Girl started with a building—an 1857 farmhouse located about fifty miles north of Boston. With two stories, white clapboard, black shutters, and a sign, “The Rockport Lodge,” it looked like a dozen other bed and breakfasts in town. I must have driven past the place a hundred times without giving it a thought, but I pulled the car over when I saw a friend walk out the front door. She told me that Rockport Lodge was not like other inns. Only female guests were permitted, a policy that started in 1906, when it opened to give inexpensive—and in the early days chaperoned—holidays for city girls of modest means. The idea was to provide a bit of recreation and leisure to a class of girls who would never have been able to afford it otherwise. A kind of Fresh Air Fund for unmarried young ladies, paid for by wealthy women with Progressive-era beliefs: suffrage, education reform, child welfare, and the Americanization of immigrants.

Rockport Lodge reinvented itself many times over during its ninety years in operation. Some of the “girls” returned year after year, so the clientele aged, and eventually married women were allowed to stay. A 1975 brochure described Rockport Lodge guests as “Working women, retired Women, and temporarily unemployed Women (Others are not excluded).”

By the late 1980s, women’s opportunities and horizons had expanded beyond anything the founders of Rockport Lodge could have imagined. The trustees hadn’t kept up with the times, nor had they taken care of the building, which grew shabbier and shabbier through the 1980s and 1990s.

In 2001, the windows went dark for good. That was the summer I walked up on the porch and peered through grimy windows and shredded curtains. A full set of Blue Willow china was displayed on a wall in the dining room, and heavy oak tables and chairs stood ready for a dinner crowd that was never coming back.

The whole building felt like an old steamer trunk with a century’s worth of stories inside. I decided to write a novel that would cover the entire span of Rockport Lodge history. Something like Same Time Next Year, a play (then a movie) about a couple who meet for an annual adulterous tryst.

I would invent a diverse group of women (my modus operandi) who would meet at the Lodge, form strong bonds. and return year after year, sharing stories of their lives, which would reflect the history of American women through the twentieth century. I would call it “Rockport Lodge.”

I started my research with the Rockport Lodge papers, which were given to the Schlesinger Library on the History of American Women at Harvard University. The collection of 47 boxes is full of fundraising letters, brochures, housekeeping minutia, newspaper clippings, board meeting agendas and—most important to me—scrapbooks full of drawings, poems, inside jokes, and pledges of undying friendship. There were photographs, too, illustrating incredible changes in women’s clothing—from corsets and floor-length skirts to skimpy bathing suits and short pants.

Around the same time as I was poking through the boxes, I interviewed a woman whose grandmother had gone to the Lodge as a girl and who had also been a member of the Saturday Evening Girls Club in Boston’s North End. Her grandmother had also worked at the Paul Revere Pottery studio at the Bennett Street Settlement, where immigrant girls painted beautiful Craftsman-style designs on pottery, some of which is now displayed at Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts.

That led me to Edith Brown, an illustrator and painter who supervised the pottery studio, and to her life-long companion Edith Guerrier, whose career included running Bennett Street, creating a federal Food Facts Bureau during World War I, and then boosting circulation in the Boston Public Library system—all detailed in a memoir called An Independent Woman.

I was surprised by themes that seemed very current and echoed issues and themes of the 1960s and ’70s, when I was growing up: by the 1910s and 1920s more girls were attending college than ever before, and women’s magazines fretted about how these educated New Women would balance family and career. Jobs for women expanded with new technologies and businesses: department stores needed a female sales force, offices required typists and telephone operators; women were hired as librarians, and social work was becoming women’s work and an accredited profession at the same time.

I began to see Boston with new eyes; I became fascinated and curious about the women who started kindergartens and free lunch programs for Boston public school children; the Portia School of Law, for women who were refused admittance at Harvard or Boston University; and Simmons College, devoted to providing women with practical education unlike the elite Seven Sisters.

I have never been so smitten by my research, which meant that after a year of reading and poking around in archives, I had barely gotten to the mid-1920s. And while I’d begun to assemble a fictional group of girlfriends who came from various backgrounds—Jewish, Italian, and Irish—reflecting the ethnic diversity (unusual for the times) of the Saturday Evening Girls and Rockport Lodge, I had too much history to tell, too many ethnic family strands to braid together, too many backstories to reveal.

I could have written 300 pages about a single week at Rockport Lodge. But I still didn’t have a story.

I went through more drafts than I can remember. Names changed, story lines were added, and characters were dropped. But Addie was there from the beginning, the youngest one in her group.

Ultimately “Rockport Lodge”—the saga of a century—became The Boston Girl—the coming-of-age story of Addie Baum.

I had to leave most of my research on the cutting room floor. That’s perfectly normal, but I was afraid that the arc of Addie’s story into a happy marriage might be too small, her life too mundane, to keep a reader turning the pages.

But once I also made Addie the narrator, I realized—or remembered—that we don’t experience history in the abstract; we live inside of it. Addie experiences the momentous events of the early twentieth century at eye-level.

A girl bobs her hair.

A veteran of the Great War collapses on a crowded beach.

A friend dies because she ignores warnings about the flu epidemic and goes dancing.

In Addie’s life, the geopolitical is personal; the immigrant success saga is haunted by loss and despair; war and disease are tests of resilience, even for those on the sidelines, even for those who survive.

Not so small after all.

This essay was written on assignment for The Women’s Review of Books.
Thanks to editor Amy Hoffman for the links.

14 Comments

  1. Lauren Swartz on March 31, 2015 at 9:09 am

    Anita,
    Thanks for last night. I was one of those women at B’Nai Abraham enjoying your humor and insight. I am a literacy teacher at a local elementary school and work with grades K-5. I start including author studies as early as kindergarten and like to share with my students personal narratives about the authors. Your books will not be reaching my students but they have given me new insights which ultimately will trickle down. Family histories have been a recurring theme in many of my book groups at school. Recently my 3rd grade group gathered together their family’s recipes to make a cook book after reading Granny Torelli Makes Soup. Again, thanks for the enjoyable evening after a long winter and may you and your family have a happy, healthy Passover season. Lauren Swartz
    Lauren Swartz

  2. Roselle on April 8, 2015 at 5:20 pm

    Are the Boston Girl and Rockport the.same book?

    • Anita Diamant on April 8, 2015 at 9:16 pm

      Yes. They are the same book.
      ROCKPORT LODGE was the working title for what became THE BOSTON GIRL. I’m afraid there are still some listings on Amazon and elsewhere for that original title. Sorry for the confusion.

  3. Maryann Collins on August 23, 2015 at 1:58 pm

    Thank you so much for The Boston Girl. My mother, Millie Cohen, was born in 1913 and grew up in Everett, Mass. We went to Rockport every summer. She told me that she had vacationed at the Rockport Lodge in the early 1930s as a young unmarried secretary. Like Addie she had friends from many religions and nationalities. She was also adventurous and at one point went on a hike with two of her friends from Boston to Cape Cod. In 1935 she married my dad, John Collins, whose parents came from Newfoundland. It was an unusual marriage for the times but a very happy one. They were both great readers and would have enjoyed The Boston Girl. Thank you again for all your books.

  4. Jane de Vries on November 19, 2015 at 9:10 pm

    I read your non fiction book – Leading a Jewish Life, years ago and enjoyed it immensely. Spent many happy hours in Rockport but am not sure about the Rockport Lodge. Is it still standing?

    • Anita Diamant on November 21, 2015 at 3:10 pm

      Yes,Rockport Lodge still stands but has not been an inn for many years now. The building — originally a farmhouse — again houses a family. But the sign is still above the door.

  5. Ellie Chesebrough on February 9, 2016 at 4:50 pm

    Anita,
    I’ve enjoyed your writings about Cape Ann. I spent my summers there as a child and think I remember the Rockport Lodge. I thought it was located on the corner of Marmion Way and South Street. I remember the barn area and the tennis court when we used to sneak around as kids. Is that where it was located? We’re discussing Boston Girl tonight at my book group.

    • Anita Diamant on March 3, 2016 at 8:00 am

      Ellie: Yes, Rockport Lodge is near the corner of Marmion and South, now a private home, but the sign remains over the front door. Barn and tennis courts are long gone. Greetings and thanks to your book group.

  6. Carol Nesson on March 29, 2016 at 6:54 pm

    Anita-I’ve read most of your books & know Cape Ann well. The Boston Girl and the story of Rockport Lodge make me aware of time (& history ) passing. My parents met at Rockport Lodge in the late 1920’s where my mom, then the single working daughter of Eastern European immigrants, spent her vacations. Fast forward almost 100 years. Here I am, a Boston lawyer, granddaughter of those immigrants and now grandmother of a 2 year old who will have no memory of her family’s immigrant beginnings. I wonder what this new generation of children will know (& how they will turn out).

  7. Rose Dentali on August 18, 2016 at 12:53 pm

    Anita:

    The Boston Girl brought back wonderful memories of Rockport Lodge. I went there somewhere between 1938 and the early 40’s. I’m Italian and my father immigrated from Italy. My mother was born in America but some of her siblings were born in Italy so I can relate to many of the experiences mentioned in the book. The Lodge offered us a way to learn about other nationalities and opened up a new avenue about culture, fine arts and adventures. Life is so different now. Some changes I love but I think we have lost some of the friendships we had. People seemed to be more isolated from each other.

    Thank you for the Book. It got me thinking about growing up in the 1920’s to the present and my friends who have sadly died, have dementia or in poor health.

    • Anita Diamant on August 20, 2016 at 1:46 pm

      Rose: Thank you so very much. It means so much that the book felt true-to-life to you.

  8. kate on October 24, 2016 at 8:40 pm

    Thank you for The Boston Girl and my subsequent journey from Lexington, KY, where my book group read it a year ago, to Rockport to see the actual Rockport Lodge (albeit a private home now) for myself today! As my husband said, That was the most expensive book you’ve ever read!!
    Love it that the present owners have The Rockport Lodge painted clearly over the front door, thereby letting me and other readers find it!
    Finally, loved everything about this book!

    • Anita Diamant on November 13, 2016 at 11:25 am

      Thanks, Kate. The recently repainted the sign. Made me smile.

  9. Patricia DuBois on December 20, 2017 at 3:13 pm

    Dear Anita, just finished your wonderful book The Boston Girl. I loved Addie and wish I could have known someone in my life like her….what a special woman! Thanks so much for this heartfelt read.

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