I lived from 1894-1942.
I was from the United States, and am in the Americas category.
Rachel Lyman Field was a popular author of both children's and adult books as well as a noted poet. She also wrote the Novel All This And Heaven Too which was turned into a film with Bette Davies
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Rachel Lyman Field was born on 18 September 1894 in New York city and was educated at Radcliffe.
Initially she was a writer of children's books and she gained initial fame as an author with her book "Hitty, her first hundred years" which won the John Newberry Medal in 1930. The Newberry Medal is awarded by the American Library Association for the most distinguished American children's book published the previous year. It is the life story of a wooden doll carved for a young girl from Maine.
She progressed to more serious / adult novels such as God's Pocket which is the story of Captain Samuel Hadlock, Jnr written from his own journals. She recieved the journals from his grandson who she met whilst berrying and with whom she struck up a friendship. Like many of her books the setting was Maine an area she knew well.
Her greatest work is, perhaps, All This and Heaven Too published in 1938 which was adapted by Casey Robinson into a popular film starring Bette Davies in 1940.
Field married the literary agent Arthur Pederson and had a daughter Hanna in 1939.
Field died in the Good Samaritan Hospital, Beverley Hills on 15 March 1942 of pneumonia following a major operation. Her book And Now Tomorrow was being serialised monthly at the time, prior to the publication of the full novel later that year.
Links of interest include
http://www.cranberryisles.com/
My poetry
Something told the wild geese
It was time to go;
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Elves can't catch cold and they never cry.
But any sunny day you may spy
3 lines, 2 comments
This small house fitted him like some square shell
Weathered and worn, as if it somehow bore
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I'd like to be a lighthouse
All scrubbed and painted white.
7 lines
If once you have slept on an island
You'll never be quite the same;
15 lines
I'd like to be walking the Cranberry Road,
Where the sea shines blue through the bristling firs,
11 lines
We sat together in the small, square room,
Late sunshine fell across the kitchen floor
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