Llewellyn Howland was “Father” and “Grandpa” to his family, “Skipper” to his friends. Skipper was a born storyteller, who wrote to be read aloud and spoke to be written down. He was in fact a moralist and betrays his almost inevitable relationship to Thoreau, Hawthorne, and that long line of New England writers born in the shadows of Calvin. Nature was to the Skipper the daily face of Buzzards Bay: wind, tide, and sky.

Boston Globe Obituary – “Louie Howland, editor and award-winning maritime historian, dies at 81”